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The Passing of a Giant.

There are writers who crank out book after book for decades and achieve a mild notoriety. That wasn’t Harper Lee.

The author of To Kill a Mockingbird has died at age 89.

When her first novel arrived on the scene in 1960, it was printed in small quantities which shipped mainly to libraries and universities. She was an unknown author. To date, the book has sold more than 10 million copies and has become a staple of many high school English classes. One of our local schools is currently taking it up.

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They made a movie of the story, released a couple of years later and starring Gregory Peck. Although she befriended the movie’s cast and attended film-related events at its release, Harper Lee was never comfortable in her role as literary giant.

She had received the Pulitzer Prize for fiction in 1961.

After decades of waiting for her next book, readers began to accept that To Kill a Mockingbird might be her only completion. And, perhaps that was enough.

Then, mysteriously, another manuscript was discovered and published last year. Go Set a Watchman has been described as the original Mockingbird story, in a setting years later than her prize-winning work. Fair or not, Watchman has likely not ever been judged completely on its own merits. It paints a less than angelic picture of Atticus Finch, Lee’s righteous small-town lawyer who defends a falsely-accused black man in a predominantly white community.

Harper Lee’s youthful companion Truman Capote became a celebrity as a result of his books and he reveled in his television appearances – everything from game shows to late night talk programs. Lee made a few appearances at the 50th anniversary of Mockingbird’s publication, but for the most part kept to herself in her hometown of Monroeville, Alabama.

We didn’t get to know her, for the private life she kept. Beyond the literary world, there will likely be little mourning for the author of a single story, told twice.

But the world has lost one of its best storytellers in her passing.

The likes of Boo Radley and the hollow tree will never come ‘round again.

On shared books and times.

She eased her way over to where I was standing, wearing a mixed expression of curiosity and caution. I was talking at the time, the microphone in my hand. When I set it down, she leaned in for a closer look.

“That’s you?” She was shaking her head, slowly. “I thought you were a man.”

Thinking that same thing about myself, I was little distressed that her opinion seemed to be wavering. But I’d run into it before, when someone met in person the one they’d been listening to regularly on the radio. Reality rarely matches imagination. We were broadcasting records live from a furniture store, something we did back in the days of 45 RPM. (Google it.)

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Clearly, she thought I should have looked as tall as my voice might have hinted. That’s the thing about working in radio. You talk to people everyday, but there’s no face-time. Listeners come to know the voice in the box.

Waiting on folks who come in the shop provides me plenty of in-person conversations. The voice hasn’t changed much, but it doesn’t come out of a skinny teenager any longer. I have to admit, I enjoy chit-chat these days, however trivial. Over time, I’ve gotten to know some customers a little bit, jobs and family-life basics, and such.

“Do you worry?” one of our regulars asked the other day. “Do you worry when someone who usually comes in – doesn’t show up?”

I do.

It even comes up in the kitchen. Dustin might remark that so-and-so hasn’t been in for a while. I’ve brought up the same sort of thing. Once I remarked to a lunch guest that I hadn’t seen a couple who often sat near him. I had seen him speak to them on occasion.

“Oh,” he said. “They moved out of town. Couple of weeks ago.”

It’s crazy, but I was a little hurt that the couple hadn’t mentioned they were quitting Broken Arrow. Foolish on my part. I had come to expect to see them, knew their drinks and lunch favorites. But – honestly, and I realize it now – I was no more a part of their lives than the I-thought-you-were-a-man lady was a part of mine.

Sometimes, there is no explanation at all.

There was a couple who told me they had weekly business in Broken Arrow, and they enjoyed stopping in for lunch. They came in often enough that I could set the table and have their drinks poured – just before they sat down. Then, they never showed up. Ever. Again.

Maybe I offended them with chit-chat. Or maybe I turned in the order wrong. Maybe they moved to Texas, too. Whatever the case, I’ve not seen them in years now.

Sad truths are difficult.

Ordered a book for a regular guest and long-term customer. When it arrived, I propped it up on the front counter knowing he’d be in for it within the week.

Except he wasn’t.

Cleaning the countertop a couple of days ago, I moved it out of the way and, as I did, I thought about him and wondered that he had not yet been in to pick it up.

Today, after paying for a couple of books, a lady on the other side of the counter remarked that she was just in town for a funeral. Her companion mentioned a name, and that she had heard him remark more than once about the “Irish stew” and how much he enjoyed it. Of course, I immediately knew who it was she was talking about and it was as though I’d been hit in the chest with a mallet.

And now I know why the book is still sitting there, waiting for him to come by.

Rest in peace, Mr. D.

I’ll tackle the book for you and give you a first hand account of it later – but please be patient.

I’m becoming a slow reader.

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow OK!

It’s just good Bidness.

I learned about the new Rose District plan a little early. The fellow who stopped in the shop Friday morning said he had just come from a press conference and wondered about my thoughts on the proposal.

He was Samuel Hardiman, business writer for the Tulsa World, and he filled me in on the particulars. In answer to his question, I answered that – in my humble opinion – the Rose District has been a success, the result of research, planning, and perseverance.

It was still a surprise when I got to the business section of the paper and saw the first sentence of his article. (And I loved the artist’s rendition of me playing beside the proposed splash pad…)

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There had been some district gossip that the lovely clock at the Farmer’s Market square was going to be uprooted in favor of a water fountain. Not a drinking fountain – but the public park kind. That rumor was updated to include the words “splash pad,” a fixture that is a lovely thing for some people, but – I imagine – a little difficult for someone selling fresh produce of a morning.

Still, and as I mentioned to Mr. Hardiman, changes are a good thing, at least when it comes to attracting the public. I like clocks. And I wouldn’t mind a bit if they relocated it in front of the book shop. I’m certain someone will point out that it was only recently installed and already they are uprooting it.

As someone who used to move the living room furniture around – just because – I like the idea of introducing new features. Doesn’t matter to me how long or short a time a thing has been in place. It feels good to look down every once in a while and see a new pair of shoes on your feet.

Even if the old ones weren’t quite worn out.

The writer also mentioned the plan for additional renovation in the heart of the district. Streetscaping as they call it. Apparently the plan is to redo another four blocks with matching sidewalks and landscaping. Mr. Hardiman wondered if I thought bigger is better.

Why not? I’ve heard that phrase, Bigger and Better.

More offerings will certainly give folks more reasons to visit. When there are multiple reasons to head to a certain area, it also makes repeat trips more likely. I’m all for that.

Maybe parking is going to be figured in there as well. Visitors aren’t going to arrive by hoverboard. Then again, we can’t park behind home plate for Drillers games in Tulsa, and the trek from the north-forty at Walmart is a longer distance than the off-Main parking in the Rose District.

So, bring it on.

The book shop has been through the orange-barrel-and-construction-fence phase several times and we’ll just grin and bear with it.

It ought to be a good thing and I ought to know.

I read it in the newspaper…

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow OK!

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