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For the longest time, I have wanted to explore Maxwell’s House of Books—and yesterday opportunity presented after Annie and I bought Bible and C.S. Lewis set at the Christian shop a few blocks away. No bookstore can be found in my San Diego neighborhood of University Heights, but La Mesa, Calif. has two downtown. Shucks. We are so denied.

You gotta love a chiding George Orwell quote warning anyone who dares to go inside. Given the state of American politics, we’re all accomplices. We entered to see 18-year-old black cat Rorschach cross our path. (Gulp, is that bad luck?) The kitty has his own calendar, which could be yours for fifteen bucks.

Annie and I separated and started shopping. She chose Rascal by Sterling North. I picked Airframe by Michael Crichton and The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury. We spent $9 on three paperbacks; great value. Well, Rorschach must be good luck instead. I could have spent hours inside the bookseller—and we must return sometime soon.

The Featured Image comes from Leica Q2. Vitals, aperture manually set: f/5.6, ISO 100, 1/80 sec, 28mm; 12:03 p.m. PST.