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Where in the World? Front and Center

We’re on top of the world! Actually, the World is on top of us – literally. I’m flattered to notice that my next-door-neighbors and I share the background on the Tulsa World’s Broken Arrow web page. (You can click on the image for a slightly larger view, or visit the World’s webpage…)

Their logo runs right through the image of the bookshop’s storefront awning, partially obscuring the Books & Bistro lettering. (I can squint and make it out…) The sign for Star Jewelers is clearly visible, as is awning of Glamour Gowns & More and their slightly smaller lettering. I discovered the image after clicking on a link to a World review by restaurant critic Scott Cherry after he visited the newly opened Bruhouse Grill. I can attest to the fact that Mr. Cherry’s reviews can bring a crowd of dining guests, and I’ll be happy to see the additional traffic in the Rose District at the tail-end of the the street construction project.

The original photograph serving as the banner image is a credit to the remodeling efforts of the Broken Arrow couple behind four restored vintage BA storefronts. The construction work – some of which is still being completed – is much more than a cosmetic facelift. Many of the Rose District structures date back to statehood, and a number are “grandfathered in” where the building codes are concerned.

It is an expensive proposition to bring the wiring and plumbing of an old structure up-to-date. Those are things that –for the most part – aren’t even visible while walking into the store. Two of the three buildings at the far left in the image have not only been brought up to current building codes, but have had extensive structural reinforcement and cosmetic exterior updating.

What it boils down to: the buildings are better, much better, than they were brand new. Thermal glass. Inner wall insulation. Safety features.

They are buildings that not only LOOK good. They ARE good buildings.

There are two other buildings in the couple’s ownership that do not appear on the Tulsa World webpage, but they are equally sound, and beautiful residents of the Rose District community. As a history fanatic who grew up in towns much smaller than Broken Arrow (at least, smaller than BA has become in recent years), it pained me immensely to see local landmarks razed to make way for concrete parking lots.

Remodeling work on two downtown BA buildings had to be halted last fall, over concerns that the activity might bring the walls down on top of the workers. It was a case of too little, too late. The structures were in such a state of disrepair that they could not safely be brought back to life. Thankfully, the building housing the bookshop and the other storefronts in the ownership family have been given the kind of attention that will carry them forward for another one-hundred years.

Ask the planners. The heart of any city or town is the center of the original community. What we always called “downtown.” Whether it consists of a grid of skyscrapers like Tulsa or a single block of connected buildings like so many small Oklahoma towns, the original business district is vital – for a number of reasons.

When I first explored the idea of locating a bookstore in Broken Arrow (rather than Owasso, my original destination), I wanted to be “Downtown.” I wanted it to be the Main Street Bookstore. We landed on Main – just not Downtown.

How much sweeter it is!

We’re on top of the World! (Except, on their webpage, where the World is on top of us…)

Come visit!

McHuston

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

Walk On!

What I meant to say, before the rant took over:

The street lamps are on in the Rose!

It’s better! Come visit!

McHuston

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

Five snow lessons learned.

It sometimes takes a little snow to warm up to learning. Here are some things I discovered over the past twenty-four hours:

1. I wouldn’t make it as a Mountain Man. Sure, I could work up the grizzled beard, the gravelly-voiced mumbling, and a campfire. But all the movies show the solitary outdoors-man tromping around in snow up to his kneecaps. That kicks me right out of the Mountain Man fraternity. Keep your snow. Take my share while you’re at it.

Besides that – where does the Mountain Man get his hot shower? There are few things more enjoyable than standing under that steamy blast when trying to pry the eyes open of a morning. Maybe the Mountain Man dunks his face in campfire coffee, I don’t know.

2. Snow has the effect of placing a red flashing beacon on the roof of any car driven by Joe Knucklehead, or any of his many cousins. When the weather is fair and the pavement is dry, the Knucklehead family tends to blend in until the last minute – when they shoot through a long-red light, make a four-lane U-turn in full-blown traffic, or weave across lines and lanes while texting. In the snow and ice, they are easier to spot – like this morning, when young-knuckle passed me in the opposite direction, grinning like crazy after wrestling his SUV back under control. When I first crept around the icy corner, Little Joe was skating down the street sideways after narrowly missing a curbside mailbox. That’s knuckle fun.

3. There is a distinct pleasure in having a reasonable excuse for a day off. Call it a Snow Day (everyone else does). It’s really a sick-day without the fibbing and the fake-cough-phone-call. It’s an alarm-off dismissal instead of snooze-button. And it’s guilt-free (pretty much). Having a collection of snow on the ground is like an open invitation to craziness; things like hot chocolate at mid-morning, a bundled-up snowdrift romp with the kids, or feet propped up in front of the fireplace. Kids love the snow. I think adults like the scrambling of life’s routines, with minimal consequence. Break out the Yahtzee!

4. It just takes a little accumulation of snow to separate out the human temperate zones. When I finally ventured outside, half-halfheartedly, to clear enough glass to get the car in a drivable state, I discovered my young neighbor happily shoveling the steps leading up to his apartment. Removing the snow was a necessity for him, I suppose, from a safety point of view – but he was clearly ENJOYING it! In fact, when he came over and helped me scrape the ice that I found under the collected snow, he admitted it outright. He likes everything about snow. Walking in it. Shoveling it. Playing in it. All that I dislike about snow (which is almost the entire experience), he treasures as a rare seasonal event. If he had not mentioned snow at the beginning of our conversation, I would have assumed he was talking about sand and sunshine and the Caribbean. That’s MY idea of a rare seasonal event.

And finally:

5. We are prone to taking a good night’s sleep for granted. My first thought at awakening this morning:

Ahhh, that was a good sleep…

Laying there with the quilt pulled up underneath my chin, feeling all warm and rested while sensing the coolness of the room, it was a distinct pleasure to appreciate a soft bed and pillow and a long night of restful sleep. It felt all the better after having spent the previous night trying to sleep atop a half-dozen conference table chairs pushed together in the bookstore. (A sleepover with the giants of literature. Otherwise called fear-of-snow-driving.) Sort of like relaxing for the night on a wooden picnic table, except the chairs scoot around and threaten to open a crevice that would drop a body straight to the floor. It’s too easy to wake up and complain to yourself about the hour, or the day of the weak (day of the week too…), or thirst, or a need to scamper to the bathroom. We take the bed and the sleep for granted, I think. I’m making a snow-pledge right now that I hope will carry over – even through next summer and fall. When I wake up, I’m going to enjoy having completed a night’s respite in a bed. With a pillow.

Personally, I like to learn something new every day, no matter how important or insignificant.

I like it better, though, when I can take my lessons without the snow drifts and ice scraping.

Folks are out and about even though it’s a frosty Saturday! Come visit!

McHuston

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

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