Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

There is a mystery/sci fy bookstore really close to my house, and last year it was going out of business, as the owner couldn't make the rent.  He announced everything was 20% off, and when all the books were gone, that was it.  I dutifully came in a few times and bought many children's books and mysteries and gift books and whatever else I fancied, then saw the stock dwindle until there wasn't much I wanted, as I don't read sci fy or fantasy or horror.  I was sad, as every time I walked by, which was every day, there was the sad looking store, and I forced myself to look for mysteries at my other local bookstores in preparation for my favorite bookstore's demise.  I am determined to keep all my local bookstores alive, whatever it takes.  So months had gone by without me entering the store, when my friend told me that neighbors had come to the owner's rescue and the bookstore was resurrected!  Hallalujah!  Yesterday I went in, not daring to hope his inventory was up and current, but it was!  He has the new hardbacks.  He has older books of writers I've been searching for.  He has three inflatable dragons whose wings float up and down.  He has the Star Wars figures and Halloween ravens and ghosts and ghouls.  I bought an armload of books and marched home triumphant.  In these dark days, I need a little distraction.