I got a call Monday that has bothered me since. A woman I'd bought some books from called and angrily said, "I sold you some first editions. You gave me $3 apiece, and I want to know what you sold…
There is a certain macabre joy that comes from discovering a hidden treasure among a dead person’s items. For whatever reason there is also some romanticism associated with those that do so in a “respectful” way. Archaeologists are viewed with…
We feel Denver's population boom at Printed Page. Today, we had customers from Massachusetts, Alabama, New York, California and Kansas, all new to the city.
A daughter asked me to come look at the books from her mother's estate. When I got there, the family was busy cleaning up the house to get it ready for sale.
I met another dead man today. This one was an accomplished attorney in a high-powered Denver law firm. He decompressed from his high-stress work by painting military miniatures -- thousands of them.
Today was a day of lows and highs at Printed Page. A cold wind scoured the street; maybe that's why we didn't have any customers. Toward afternoon, an elderly couple came in wanting to sell some books.
I get to know a lot of people after it's too late to meet them. Their books tell me who they were. Go into a stranger's house and look at their books, and you'll come as close as possible to…
No kid in America ever dreams of growing up to be a bookseller, including me. I thought I was set for life with a career in corporate communication when I met a guy connected with one of Denver’s newspapers. We…