Under normal circumstances I would drive through a place like Tombstone, Arizona, while trying as much as possible to ignore it; however, I don’t do that today. Why the special day? I happened to notice a bookstore, and I’m always reluctant to pass a bookstore without stopping.
In Tombstone’s Old West Books, each volume sits on a shelf with its covering facing outward. The presentation emphasizes every book. It also limits the inventory.
There may be as many as 100 books in the store—the fewest books I’ve ever seen in a bookstore. There are more cowboy hats than books. The hats perch atop the bookcases and on counters. The book inventory consists of western lore and history, mysteries, suspense, and some contemporary nonfiction of the sort that I don’t read. It’s the first bookstore I’ve visited in which the hats were more interesting than the books.