On the shelf

I just got back from a quick trip back to Ohio for a great family wedding and weekend with some hometown friends. It started off with a redeye, which doesn’t do much for sleep, and ended with a few tornadoes in Cleveland canceling my flight last night. Delta rerouted me through Atlanta this morning — had a 4:15 a.m. wakeup call — but they at least hooked me up with first class for the four-and-a-half-hour flight back home.

So, I’m feeling a little drained.

But I did get a nice little jolt once I got off the plane at PDX — and it wasn’t from the java I so badly needed. Instead, it came as I passed through Powell’s Books inside the airport. I was taking a quick gander, just to see if they were carrying a certain book on their shelves just yet.

They were.