I‘m sad because my bar is closing down. It’s not the place I drink—I’m talking about Nice Price Books in Durham, which just shuttered for good. I’m a regular there. I browse lightly, but mostly I talk with Barry Blanchette, who owns the store with Cindy Kamoroff. Our conversation ranges widely, from light rail to autograph hounds, and it’s seldom about books. Every now and then, though, he proffers me one, just like a bartender, and says, “You’ll like this book!” (And he charges me his ridiculously nice price.) He’s always right. I like it.