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Moving day: Virtual men and a truck.

Back in the day – and fortunately I have survived so long as to be able to relate this – it was a simple matter to change locations. Move the stuff and the sign, and when the bank checks run out, order new ones with the correct street number.

Voila.

Oh, sure. There are a few minor and obvious details – like changing the mail delivery address and the utilities. Pretty straightforward modifications.

In this age of the internet those alterations just aren’t enough.

This morning, the phone rang with a question about THIS LAND, a Tulsa-based newspaper that was described to me as a local literary publication. The caller wanted to purchase a copy and was asking how to find the store.

It was clear she was looking at an internet map as she asked for details about the exact location.

When she hung up, I set aside a copy for her, as requested, and ventured onto the internet to find out whether the mapping services can be updated. Sure enough, I found that Google was displaying the old location. After logging in (thankfully the browser knew my password, for I certainly didn’t remember it), I was able to update several items associated with the store, include the hours of business – which were listed as from midnight to midnight.

Talk about a long day. I’m not quite ready yet for QuikTrip’s workday.

Now, I am wondering how many other websites dedicated to directions and information are still listing the old address.

Taking down the weathered wooden storefront sign and tacking it up to the new building just doesn’t cover it any longer.

I require a digital nail and hammer.

Free sells.

The adage is something like – It pays to advertise. In this case, in didn’t pay but the results were certainly impressive.

If anyone has doubted the power of Craigslist, I can assure you that people are reading those classified ads. In an attempt to clean out the storage space, I listed the lumber that I had used to assemble my makeshift bookshelves under the ‘Free’ heading.

The post listing button had barely been pressed before the telephone began ringing. The first caller gave me his name and promised to hop in his truck and head to Broken Arrow. After explaining to the next ten callers that the lumber was spoken for, I signed back into Craigslist and deleted the ad.

Still, the calls continued.

It took a few minutes for the ad to disappear, but even that wasn’t the last of it. I presume some folks wrote down the number to call later. By that time, my first contact had called back to say he was in town.

Half an hour later, I’m back in the store and the lumber is gone.

Now, if I can just have a bit of that success trying to sell the glass showcase, also in storage.

That bit of advertising might actually pay off in cash.

Meet and greet.

Sometimes you just have to smile and move on.

There are characters in the world and when the front door is open to the public, people of all sorts may find their way inside. I’m always pleased to greet arrivals, including an early Wednesday visitor.

He cruised in wearing baggy, knee-length shorts, a Hawaiian-y shirt, and sporting a scruffed Mohawk. After ambling partway down an aisle – long enough for me to get to the front of the store, he said some howdy-do as a greeting. And then scratched himself. It was no discreet thing.

It was a full-fledged right arm wraparound to the posterior, accommodating a digging sort of itch.

That completed, he wondered if, maybe, I was hiring.

After waiting an appropriate length of time to allow for the supposed consideration of his question, I had to respond that – regrettably – I was not.

He was kind enough to compliment the store’s appearance before moving on. I can appreciate his situation and admire his pursuit of a job.

But I was thankful he didn’t offer to shake hands.

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