He was a person with whom I enjoyed conversing, and whose sincerely friendly demeanor was well-suited to the proprietor of a bookstore.
He was a person with whom I enjoyed conversing, and whose sincerely friendly demeanor was well-suited to the proprietor of a bookstore.
I don't know anything about Mr. Harte, but well remember their store on Woodward in Highland Park -- one of my parents' Sunday rituals was, after church at St. Ben's, to "go down and get the papers", which would result in a 2-1/2" thick New York Times, a 2" thick Chicago Tribune, and various and sundry other publications that they would spend the rest of the day, and well into the next week, reading, my mother attacking the crosswords and Double Crostic with a vengeance. I'd sometimes go along and browse the National Enquirer and other such tabloids.
I don't know anything about Mr. Harte, but well remember their store on Woodward in Highland Park -- one of my parents' Sunday rituals was, after church at St. Ben's, to "go down and get the papers", which would result in a 2-1/2" thick New York Times, a 2" thick Chicago Tribune, and various and sundry other publications that they would spend the rest of the day, and well into the next week, reading, my mother attacking the crosswords and Double Crostic with a vengeance. I'd sometimes go along and browse the National Enquirer and other such tabloids.
The National Enquirer was pretty thick too, wasn’t it?
The Weekly World News - now that was a newspaper!
Shopped at the Ferndale location often, but only time I actually had a conversation with Charles Harte was on a street in Dublin when we came across each other by surprise.
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