By William Everett
Goodness. I don’t now how I got roped into writing a blog post. I’m more accustomed to reading than writing, and with the advent of the Internet, and so few people actually putting pen to paper to correspond with me, I’m afraid I’ve let my letter-writing skills wither. Still, one marches on.
My employer, Ms. Miles (who owns the Haven’t Got A Clue mystery bookstore) wondered if I might like to talk about the “good old days” here in Stoneham, New Hampshire. I’m afraid those days were well before my time. Back in the 1840s, Hiram Stone founded our little village and opened a quarry. Stoneham prospered for thirty or forty years and then . . . sadly, hard times befell us.
For over twenty years, I owned a small grocery store in Stoneham, but most of my customers preferred the big chain store in Milford and I was forced to close. Things were rather bleak for me about then, and then my wife became ill . . . I won’t bore you with those sad details.
But nearly six years ago, the head of our Chamber of Commerce, Bob Kelly, recruited half a dozen used and antiquarian booksellers to relocate to the empty storefronts in Stoneham. That was the beginning of the rebirth of our town.
My own “rebirth” (as it were) didn’t happen until Ms. Miles asked me to come work for her. Not many store owners would give a chap in his 70s a chance to feel useful again. And thanks to Ms. Miles, I became reacquainted with the lovely Grace Harris, who has since become my bride. Things became a little hectic for us this summer . . . when I – oh, but I don’t want to go on too long. Don’t want to be an old windbag.
But if you’d like to find out about my good fortune. It’s chronicled in a book. A mystery, as a matter of fact. It’s called Chapter & Hearse.
Dear me, I’ve prattled on far too long.
Cheerio for now. I hope you’ll come and visit us at Haven’t Got a Clue!