Jim, the owner of Ohio Book Store, started working there in 1956 while in middle school and bought it in 1971. Still there pretty much every day. Only job in his life - started 70 years ago this year. His two sons work there with him. Great guy.
Casinos, rock memorabilia, and a great bookstore - now there's a cool guy's day out'n'about! ...except for the casinos (save for those that book live music, typically bands that haven't quite slid to has-been level, still holding around county fair altitude?)
Thanks for photos of those book store finds. Remembering the stack of Life magazines on parents' coffee table, a weekly window to a bigger world far outside my li'l Ohio town... and Pall Malls. Some fun Ohio music ephemera too. "Screaming Jay... my main man!"
Glanced at the title at first, and thought, “but all casinos are depressing.” Then I read your first paragraph.
I’ve wandered through the Bangor, Maine, casino mainly out of curiosity about the on-site pub advertising 99 different beers. Depressing is an apt description. It was mostly empty, with exception of a handful of septuagenarians and octogenarians robotically playing slots, and a few active poker or blackjack tables.
Lots of bright lights and distracting sounds couldn’t make up for the prevailing sense of desperation.
The restaurant was empty too. I skipped the beers and left.
Jim, the owner of Ohio Book Store, started working there in 1956 while in middle school and bought it in 1971. Still there pretty much every day. Only job in his life - started 70 years ago this year. His two sons work there with him. Great guy.
I believe I met him! I should have gone over there after our trip. But I'm glad I went today!
Get to the City View ASAP! Great dive bar, good burgers, and a fantastic view!
Casinos, rock memorabilia, and a great bookstore - now there's a cool guy's day out'n'about! ...except for the casinos (save for those that book live music, typically bands that haven't quite slid to has-been level, still holding around county fair altitude?)
Thanks for photos of those book store finds. Remembering the stack of Life magazines on parents' coffee table, a weekly window to a bigger world far outside my li'l Ohio town... and Pall Malls. Some fun Ohio music ephemera too. "Screaming Jay... my main man!"
Glanced at the title at first, and thought, “but all casinos are depressing.” Then I read your first paragraph.
I’ve wandered through the Bangor, Maine, casino mainly out of curiosity about the on-site pub advertising 99 different beers. Depressing is an apt description. It was mostly empty, with exception of a handful of septuagenarians and octogenarians robotically playing slots, and a few active poker or blackjack tables.
Lots of bright lights and distracting sounds couldn’t make up for the prevailing sense of desperation.
The restaurant was empty too. I skipped the beers and left.