People love the rolling ladder in our store.
We use it to shelve some of our rarer sets of books.
Many people who enter tell us how great that ladder looks.
But to me that ladder is much more than a 10,000 year old innovation.
It is a symbol…a gesture…a stairway to ones imagination.
Our store is filled with people who climbed the ladder of their imagination
and when they stopped to take a look…
Wrote down or drew everything they saw
and shared with us their book.
And we get to go along with them as they climb that ladder
all the way up to the moon…
As they ride whales, befriend dragons, or ride in a big balloon.
As they talk to animals, storm castles, feast with queens and kings…
or from the comfort of their bedroom visit the land of wild things.
Yes, the bookstore is filled with stories other people wrote
as they climbed the ladder of their imagination…
and we love to read their words and visit the lands of their creation.
But the ladder in our bookstore stands as a reminder…
that our own ladder of imagination is with us all the time…
standing proud and tall and ready…
for us to begin the climb…