The
McMurtry Auction haul written about earlier has sat impatiently in a climate
controlled storage unit awaiting Douglas and me to sort it and make sense of it
all. We’ve poked and prodded the 50 plus
boxes a little over the last month but that damn making-a-living thing has
slowed us down.
Tonight is different. We are meeting at 7:00 pm to begin a serious examination. In a preliminary trip we modified the single
light bulb outlet to accommodate both a light and a standing fan. I’d supplied a sturdy table. Douglas brought folding chairs and two old
school, pre-globalization metal shelving units entirely devoid of the plastic
found in the current box store crap.
Douglas arrived fashionably late
tonight and brings beer—craft beers, God bless him—a couple of bomber bottles of
Arrogant Bastard Ale and Abita Andygator Helles Doppelbock. He calls me a beer snob, but I prefer the
term connoisseur. I’ve tried 214 craft
beers (so far) and have each one ranked on my beeradvocate.com account so I’ll
let you make your own call.
We sat facing each other at an
impromptu partner’s desk in the middle of our 10x14 storage unit. We are on the second floor of a huge
facility, no one else is there. The
automated hallway light goes out and we are illuminated by our single bulb
casting shadows around us. The fan hums.
The beer tastes good, and the first pile of old bibliographic pamphlets
is heaped upon the table.