From this week’s installment of The Mine Meld at SF Signal:
I grew up in Levittown in the 1960s. Ten square miles of uniformity, hundreds of houses just like mine, thousands of people just like me. To escape the normalcy, my friends and I imagined strange worlds with alien landscapes, adventures in places where weird became the new normal, where anything could happen.
A few times a month, when we’d saved enough pocket change to make the trip worthwhile, we mounted our bikes and rode into a dimension of color and imagination that waited in the corner store of an ordinary-looking strip mall . . . .
[Read the rest of this bookstore memory, along with those of 13 other writers, at this week’s installment of The Mind Meld at SF Signal.]
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