I love my store. Just had a guy who was looking for 'faery' books for his girlfriend.

"What caught my eye," he says. "Is that you spelled it right....at least, according to my girlfriend."

I laughed. "I don't know if there is a 'right' way to spell it...."

Reminds me of when I would spell words like armour and gray wrong in junior high and high school. Because I had read Lord of the Rings so many times I'd absorbed the English spelling.

Further conversing with the guy, come to find out that he is here from Denver helping train the St.Charles helicopter guys.

I said, "Yeah, they pass over my house. But really not that often. We live a few blocks to the south." (When we were thinking of buying our home, we checked out the neighborhood a few times during the day and at night. On one of our walks, we heard the helicopter go by. There was a guy walking his dog, and we asked him if that was a common occurrence. He looked puzzled. "Not too much," he finally ventured.

This guy in my store told me that the pilots try to avoid residential areas as much as possible.
So apparently, they take a less residential route. Only freaks out our cat every month of so, instead of every day. Actually, I hardly notice it.

The things you find out talking to people.