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.