Rapids is Grand

After locating the Central Square Mall and Village Bookstore, I stopped a young lady to inquire about coffee.  Had not had my latte yet.  Later, we found out she was Holly, my Sunday hostess at

It was Holly who rang up the sales.  As the best summer day of the month burned on outside, I worked the desk, the families, and, especially, the Kisses (lower right).

The mall seemed an oasis against the short but brutal Minnesota summer.  I admit that at times I wondered if I should be in the Chinese restaurant business across the hall rather than the book business. But then lunch was over.

I signed half the books Holly provided. My favorite was signed to a family from Washington, D.C. which has been summering in Grand Rapids for 50 years. Listener will be at the cabin waiting for the next Burse to read it, who knows next year or next generation.