Help Wanted at The English Major Bookstore!

Well, I guess they weren't kidding about this icy rain and snow. I listened to Drake and Zeke at night last night and they were speculating that we might not get anything at all, bad weather wise. But there is snow and ice all over the place. Another thing I wanted to note today was that I finished my first John Grisham novel, The Brethren, and really enjoyed it. I am reading a book now called Man is The Prey by James Clark about how vulnerable (wo)man is to he animal kingdom. It was written in 1969, but, for instance, Mr. Clarke claims that before 1966, 50% of all deaths in Vietnam were from insect bites and that over 40,000 people every year are killed by snake bites. I have been wanting to read this book for a while, but am finally getting a chance to.
Not sure if I have mentioned this yet ( I am pretty sure I haven't), but the store is going to be open late starting sometime in February. I am shooting for Thur- Sun, noon till 9 or 10 p.m. In that same vein, I am officially putting out a Help Wanted sign, although I am doing it via the Internet, so I am not sure how official that is, but you get the point. I need people from about 4-9, all four nights and if you are not available all the time, maybe you want to sign on for every other Friday night or something. I am very open to time sharing. Please give me a call if interested or know someone who is.
That's all I've got, folks. That and the night off, thanks to the weather. Third weekend in a row that we carriage drivers have gotten the short end of the stick. I believe we have angered the Carriage Gods somehow, but am unsure exactly how. Will be at home, tonight, contemplating that very issue. Take care all.

"English majors in college show up in my writing workshops years later, after trying a career in another field, because a dream was born in them back in school when they read Dostoevsky, Thomas Mann and Virginia Wolf, and they can't get it out of their heads. So after a few years as computer programmers, they see it doesn't give them that kind of hard rain in the afternoon outside the window. They know there is something else and that it's in their own brain. I honor English majors. It's a dumb thing to major in. It leads nowhere. It's good to be dumb, it allows us to love something for no reason. That's the best kind of love."
-Natalie Goldberg, Wild Mind - Living the Writer's Life, p. 140