tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240025135908045836.post5053469263622354789..comments2023-10-28T02:43:22.324-07:00Comments on flashing by: “A Town Called Disdain”, Episode 65: Panamarhodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10694315635082071848noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240025135908045836.post-17557424925307916082011-03-04T12:47:11.269-08:002011-03-04T12:47:11.269-08:00There's a great short story waiting to be writ...There's a great short story waiting to be written about the romance of two shy clerks at Leary's old book store. It was a narrow old building of I believe three storeys and a basement, all overflowing with books, and with more used-book stalls in the dark alley next door, bordering the back wall of Gimbels department store. We'll have the girl working upstairs on the third floor in rare books and the guy down in the basement, and they're always trying to find some reason to send each other messages through the pneumatic tubes. "A customer wants to know if we might have 'Roderick Random' by Tobias Smollett; could you check?" "I'll get right on it!"Dan Leohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01603402268945559679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240025135908045836.post-4321029075743320132011-03-04T08:21:09.687-08:002011-03-04T08:21:09.687-08:00Those pneumatic tubes were the first Internet. Ima...Those pneumatic tubes were the first Internet. Imagine, turn-of-the-last-century Paris, the hissing and clunking overhead (the french apparently had the whole country hooked up like that). Goes to show how important T1 cable will look in a hundred years.Peter Greenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17806372860467057912noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240025135908045836.post-70313846699707763602011-03-03T21:20:00.669-08:002011-03-03T21:20:00.669-08:00Glad you're digging it, Peter. It was fun to s...Glad you're digging it, Peter. It was fun to see Dick wandering around in my own hometown, circa 1965. As a sensitive youth I spent many happy hours riffling through the books in Leary's bookstore, which at the time was the oldest bookshop in the country, with an old-fashioned cage-like elevator, and a system of pnuematic tubes through which the clerks would send each other God knows what in little metal canisters. That store was a wonderland.Dan Leohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01603402268945559679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240025135908045836.post-64073190977895206732011-03-03T16:36:16.969-08:002011-03-03T16:36:16.969-08:00Good stuff! Looking forward to more. I love the wa...Good stuff! Looking forward to more. I love the way home-style comforts weave continually into the script; Homer, too, knew that lick.<br /><br />Thanks.<br /><br />Peter G.Peter Greenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17806372860467057912noreply@blogger.com