The Chapters in Bloor West is one of my very favourite places in the city. I often spend hours there leafing through the pages of new books and magazines on quiet Sunday afternoons.

The locale also holds a special place in my heart because it’s where I had my first real date. Back in 1990-something when it was still the Runny theatre, a boy took me there to see Titanic. I knew he was special when he sat through three hours of overly dramatic Leo without complaint.

Yes, the theatre-turned-bookstore holds a special place in my heart and so you can imagine how heartbroken I was when I learned that it’s scheduled to close after the holidays. Truth is, I still am. 😦

I was trying to think of something meaningful to end with, to wrap this post up with a nice bow… but sometimes it’s equally important to just “share what happens but hold off on what it means” (Mark Nepo).

Happy  Sunday!

mxo