Eliot and I walked to our favorite book store, 57th Street Books, this afternoon so I could pick up a copy of Carlos Eire’s latest, Learning to Die in Miami.  It’s my favorite book store because of it’s selection, helpful clerks and quintessential independent bookshop ambiance.  It’s Eliot’s favorite because they have a basket of animals- stuffed and plastic- to play with.  The full-to-overflowing kid’s section doesn’t hurt either.

Eliot’s grandparents, my parents, were here for the past few days and generously added to Eliot’s library from the bookstore.  It only seemed fair that today I got to bring something home.  Right?