Intake Area, Moe’s Books in Berkeley (by CT Young)
I miss Moe’s Books. I still have a couple of bookmarks from them lying around - I used to grab a few every time I purchased something (which was all too frequently). I miss sitting in the cool darkness of Cafe Milano, and the weird smell that always hung around Telegraph Avenue, and buying a bagel at Noah’s on the way to class, and walking so far down Telegraph that the buzz of people slowed to a soft hum.
I miss the way the sun always shone too bright whenever I stepped out of Moe’s.