It snowed all last night and well into the morning, so rather than be responsible, and write, and blog (which are three separate things, incidentally), I played hooky. I went to an auction at Freeman's and then wandered about the city taking lots of pictures of the snow.
Pictured above is Walk A Crooked Mile Books, located in an old train station in the Mount Airy section of Philadelphia. Quite a nice store with a varied selection of used books in a warren of tiny rooms. An awfully nice way to spend a long autumn day, just moving slowly from room to room, browsing and slowly amassing a short stack of books. The only complaint I have with it is that they have an awful lot of books. More books than they really have space for. The only bookstore I can think of that had a higher density of books was run by somebody who was literally insane and refused to sell any books for cash -- he only accepted other books in trade. But that's another story.
Somebody ought to help the Crooked Mile folks thin things out by going over there and buying a lot of books.
Above: I know what you're thinking: They're selling books on their front porch in a snowstorm?! No, no, no. Those are the books they don't think anybody wants to buy, so they've put them out for whoever wants 'em. That way, you don't have to wait for them to be open to get a free book.