A Dramahound shout-out (Shout OUT!!!) to the Strand Bookstore on its 80th birthday.
I think I first became aware of the Strand when I moved to New York and lived on Alphabet City. Then I moved to East 13th Street, behind the old Palladium, and was dangerously close by (though it did make it easier to sell back the books I’d bought and read). These days I’m still there, almost weekly, and my boyfriend and I have been known to start our Friday nights with a good hour looking through the Strand. It’s also handy, if you’re in a hurry, to use their website and have the book waiting for you when you walk in the door.
Long may the 18 miles of books rule Broadway and Twelfth Street (and the Fulton Street store, too)!
Electric walking bike is a treadmill on wheels
34 minutes ago