A fellow is camped out by the British History shelf, so we have to pick our way around him -- good-naturedly, of course, as he is clearly a kindred spirit, just by being here.
"Such a wonderful shop," he glows up at me, as I step over him gingerly.
"Amazing!" I agree. "What a selection, and the books are in great shape!" (Russell's, if you haven't heard of it, claims to be the largest shop for rare, used, and out-of-print books in Canada, and the books are usually in pristine condition. Elder daughter managed to acquire a large fraction of the works required for the Foundation Year Programme in her first year at the University of King's College in Halifax -- and that was one hell of a list.)
"I shouldn't be allowed in here with a credit card."
"There should be a buddy system for Russell's, like in AA."
This amuses him mightily. "That's right! 'Just put your money in your pocket; I'll come get you...'"
He proudly tells us that the volume he's holding has more than twenty references to an ancestor of his, who had a position in the Elizabethan/Jacobean courts, and who miraculously survived, even after getting mixed up with Walter Raleigh.
A fellow family researcher, I think to myself as I head to the cashier to get help in my own quest. I might have known. Russell's must be crawling with them.
Demeter's book, as it turns out, is in the basement with the "vintage" books.
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