Borders Books and I go way back. When I was a college student in Ohio, Borders arrived in a new shopping plaza close to my hometown. Bookstore and coffee shop combined? Just like those fancy New Yorkers have always had? I felt like I'd won the lottery. Borders turned into my hangout.
Years later, when I moved to Ann Arbor (Borders Books' headquarters), I frequented the flagship store for my book club. Other than those meetings, Borders had lost its luster by then. Close up and personal, Borders wasn't run well. The signs of impending doom were easy to see here in its hometown.
Also, my book buying habits have changed. My bookshelves are bursting with fiction so I'm a fervent library visitor. I buy books for others at holidays and birthdays. Personally, I purchase specialty books now...cookbooks, film books, books on writing. Yes, I use Amazon. As a frugal shopper, I can't ignore those Amazon prices.
Last month, on the way home from a New York roadtrip, I stopped in Cleveland and took one last spin through my old Borders haunt. I had my sentimental moment and said my goodbyes. I returned home with a stack of cookbooks as a souvenir.