My "office"

There's my "office" where that little greenish sign is, in the window. There's the building back in the the horse and buggy days and now. I don't think it's changed much, except now we have metal awnings. They went through a cloth awning period too, which I also have pics of, and now there's some goofy committee that wants the East Side business owners to chip in to put them back. I think it's dumb because it costs 1000's of personal dollars and the metal awnings are antiques by now and they work really well in the snow. And it's not like most businesses are making big bucks here.

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The entrances to the stores are very cool, some of them have Deco tiling right out to the enclosed sidewalk area. We had a deer jump through the front door glass last year and busted the store all up. She jumped out the front window, so we got new windows. It's mostly a book store, used books, it's been there for years. Ladies love their romances and it always shocks me that you can pay for a whole store with romance novels. She's got new baby and kids clothes too, it's like, the only game in town for that. And some other stuff. Multi purpose, that's how most small businesses make it in these tiny towns.

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I tried to find out what stalkers could learn from these photos..not much. Not that it matters, most of you know where I live, I tell you...I just like the stalkers to have to work a bit. Conners has been defunct for decades, but, the name is tiled in there. Ironic..the only name that showed up on the Internet was that studio photographer guy next door. He's been at it for decades and he's a little famous. I'll have to tell him that, he's a nice neighbor. There's a connecting door to the shop where I work and they watch the place and come visit during the day and vise versa. Small town. They were nervous about me, at first, but, now they're used to me. I've been on one side or the other next door to him for about 1o years now. Before that I was around the corner in the old newspaper building. So, I guess I've been reading professionally for about 15 years.

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I don't really have an office, someone was being polite on here. I rent a space, it's a tiny dark room. Maybe it was a bigger dressing room. You never can tell, most of these old stores have tons of weird rooms. One store used an old freight elevator for a dressing room for years. You'd want to try something on and they'd send the elevator to the basement and you'd stand on the top to dress. Creepy. I used to be two doors down there, and I had half the basement (with scary elevator), which was gigantic. But, I ended up filling it with strange junk, like life size Buddhas and voodoo dolls and discarded furniture. I had to hire a truck when I moved and now I only have a small table, a bench that holds cards and the odd books that come in, and a string of orange lights. Oh, and my old wooden painted star chairs. I covered a full length mirror with a black cape. I hate mirrors. I still decorate for Halloween though. All these old building have their own ghosts. Some are interchangeable. It's like, Oh, I know you! Hi!" I never advertise, just that little sign to let people know which building it is. Other than that, it's all word of mouth and works well for me.

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And the, cough, upper crust, who wouldn't be caught dead walking into the shop where I work (or talking to me), well, I know all their secrets too. The way they satisfy their curiosity is to give private parties at night with Tarot Reading (and lots of booze) as the entertainment. I just file it all in my head..I made up my mind when I started reading for money not to tell anything on anyone, no matter what a shit head they are. Not even to my best friends. And I've stuck to that. If people don't trust you, they won't come back. You have to be the keeper of secrets or I don't think you could be a Tarot reader...not for long, anyway.