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One for the Book.

I thought about wearing a bow tie. Partly as a tribute and partly to acknowledge that booksellers can also be characters. I didn’t think about the bow tie for too long.

That fashion statement belonged to Mr. Meyer.

He had a shop over on Peoria, near 31st Street. Some of you won’t remember him at all, but those who ran across Lewis Meyer, Bookseller would not soon forget him. He was a fixture in the regional book world and enjoyed a national reputation in publishing circles. I heard him described as a book salesman in those terms usually reserved for those selling ice to Eskimos.

He was a smart man – had a law degree but kept at that practice for only five years or so before giving it up. He was a deejay for an hour every day on KAKC radio, long enough to plug books for a downtown Tulsa department store. He got such a following that he began hosting a weekly review at Brown-Dunkin’s, in an area that could seat over four-hundred.

They filled the place to hear his book act.

I remember him from Channel Six. Not that I regularly got up that early on a Sunday morning to watch “Lewis Meyer’s Book Shelf,” but I sometimes caught the late-night edition. It’s hard to imagine these days – a fellow on television talking about nothing but books. It was a different era.

Actually, his program spanned an era or two. He was on KOTV weekly for more than thirty years.

He was a character, complete with the suit and bow tie.

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I’ve had people remember him while visiting our shop, recalling how he could get so worked up over a book that you’d walk out of his store owning a copy – whether you had intended to buy it or not. In a Tulsa World profile from 1986 (back when book shops could be found in greater number around Tulsa), a competitor mused that Meyer could rely on his wide circle of friends and acquaintances to regularly buy new titles. Meyer admitted that he sent out some 2,000 “love letters” a month filled with book-buying suggestions for his customers.

In addition to his shop and his review programs, Lewis Meyer also found time to write. In fact, it was a copy of his first effort that brings him to mind. “Preposterous Papa” was his first published work, a remembrance of his father, Max Meyer. A copy came into the shop yesterday, signed by both Mr. Meyer and his “preposterous” papa, Max. A folded picture of the smiling bookseller had been stashed inside the back cover.

When the book was released in 1959, Lewis Meyer had enough notoriety that Sapulpa (Meyer’s home town) declared a Preposterous Papa day, with an airplane fly-over, an honorary dinner, and a live book review (of his own book) by Mr. Meyer himself – to be held at the Episcopal Church of the Good Shepherd, where the auditorium offered a greater seating capacity than any other Sapulpa location.

A sharp businessman, no doubt – but that was a different time. Maybe he could have held on where others could not. He was confident thirty years ago.

“I’ve never been concerned about competition,” he said. “If you ever start a bookstore, pray for chain-store competition – all of it you can get. They don’t know books. People get so angry at them then buy from someone who does.”

Maybe Lewis Meyer would have an answer for Amazon and the internet. Maybe he could negotiate through the Kindles, iPads, and Nooks and still stock all those expensive brand-new books. Maybe his publisher’s deal would continue to allow him to return unsold copies, where so many other stores have lost that capability.

Maybe those 2,000 “love letters” might be the difference, although – the $1000 monthly postage creates its own overhead to be offset by copies sold at a reduced margin. Even among his regulars would likely be customers questioning his full-cover price versus the Amazon amount.

But he was King of the Book-hill in his day.

“The more you read, the taller you’ll grow,” said Mr. Meyer in his smiling signoff.

Except I read a lot. A lot. And I never got much past five-ten.

I’m going to put on my Bistro-jacket and serve up some lunches, right after I put the bow-tie back in the drawer.

Come visit!

McHuston

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

Framed. And liking it.

Feeling a little Hoity-Toity. An evening visitor at the front counter looked across the store and said:

I love your Larry Greer.

As in… original watercolor painting by artist Larry Greer that’s hanging on the wall of the shop, a painting I’ve owned all of my adult life. And my customer is talking about it with authority.

That was from his post-European-visit phase, she said.

Oh.

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According to her – and I have no reason to disbelieve – the late Mr. Greer was first known as a painter of western-style art. It was a long time ago when I bought the painting and I don’t remember anything else that was on display under his canopy.

It was at the Italian Festival at McAlester, years ago. Back then, the event was a big deal and was attended by at least one of the big-city television stations every couple of years. I don’t know if it has survived as an annual festival or not – shame on me.

The year the Original Greer (I may start calling it that from now on…hoity-toity-like), the year it came into my hands, I was a young DJ working afternoon drive radio in McAlester. The festival committee apparently decided that the way to entice some higher quality artists to display their works was to guarantee that some paintings would be sold.

We were asked as business-folks to promise to shell out some money. I offered to spend eighty dollars (and what was I thinking?) That amount was – as I recall – the figure I was paying for monthly rent. Eighty dollars doesn’t sound like so much now, but think about your own monthly mortgage or rent payment.

Yikes.

What can I say? I was a civic-minded knucklehead and not so good with finances.

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The Italian Festival rolled around and – always one to stand behind my word – I dug into the cigar box and pulled out those saved-up twenty dollar bills. After polishing off a plate of spaghetti and ravioli, I wandered around the grounds looking for something that might liven up my apartment.

Maybe something out of the ordinary, just a tad.

Larry Greer handed over his watercolor and it has been in my custody since. I’ve never known much about it except how it came to be on my wall. Not too long ago, a woman spoke to Dustin about it and later returned with a printed page about an Oklahoma City art auction. It showed the sale of a companion piece to the one I own.

Same red-capped fellow in the same matte and frame, but painted in profile. Auctioned for some twelve-hundred dollars. It made me feel better about spending my eighty all those years ago. It’s still valued at about the same as a rent payment.

Then today, the lady says: I love your Larry Greer.

I may have gotten eighty dollars worth of satisfaction just having someone recognize it. Not a Picasso or Remington print, but still.

Nice to have a life-long companion get a little attention.

It’s Friday night – Late Night – in the Rose District! We’ll be serving lunch tomorrow, so…

Come visit!

McHuston

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

Early Morning Surprises and the Good Old Daze.

There’s a saying about having one’s past come back to haunt. My long-ago years popped up this morning – in the newspaper, by all evidence. The article from the Broken Arrow Ledger had been clipped out and was hand delivered by a friend shortly after I unlocked the front door.

I had almost forgotten about the interview and picture-taking session with Mr. Dapron, the fellow who asked if he could chat with me about my sports background. Understanding that topic would make for a short conversation, I had agreed to it.

Wasn’t sure how that was going to work out.

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Before Doug Quinn retired from the Ledger and was still manning their sports desk, we bumped into each other on several occasions and wound up talking sports and reporting. Mr. Quinn covered a lot of sports and – like the territory I covered during my tenure – it was mostly smaller towns (although Broken Arrow certainly is out of that category these days).

There was common ground that only someone covering small-town sports could understand, things like rickety football stadium press boxes and lavish hospitality offerings at college basketball arenas. (The Oral Roberts University staff used to set out some great food and sodas for the reporters back when I had a press pass.) Although plenty of people talk into microphones about high school sports across the state, it is still a small fraternity, and people wind up crossing paths.

I’m guessing Doug must have mentioned something about former sports reporters, or something. That’s where Duane Dapron comes in – armed with a notepad and a camera.

I appreciate his time and the fact that he was able to make me sound more interesting than I am. The publicity actually brought a couple of groups at lunchtime who hadn’t realized until reading the article that we offered food as well as books.

Even though I was caught off-guard this morning, I later had time to read the story and could appreciate Mr. Dapron’s efforts. He was very patient during the interview, despite the fact that we had to pause several times so I could run over to the front counter.

So, a big Thanks! to the Broken Arrow Ledger – and Duane Dapron in particular – for a nice article about the shop and the Old Days when the microphones were more than just shelf-top displays.

I’m just trying to figure out who the old man in the picture is.

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