It’s the day after Election Day. I buy a San Francisco Chronicle with a little bit of trouble, not too much. The New York Times though …
IS SOLD OUT. EVERYWHERE. EVERY RACK, EVERY LIQUOR STORE, EVERY BOOK STORE.
I can’t find a copy to save my life.
First, I try my neighborhood, the Richmond District, nada.
Then, I drive up to Laurel Village, to this bookstore there, zip.
Then, I drive over to the Haight and some places there. Nothing either. There are two other guys in the bookstore with me, looking for a New York Times. And then it hits me …
Maybe, they’re buying up these papers to sell on eBay later or for collector purposes since Barack Obama is the first black president in history. Hmmm. Plausible.
BUT I JUST WANT TO READ THE DARN THING.
This older guy says he’ll race to me the liquor store up on Cole and Parnassus to look for the last copy. I tell him I just want to read it. He asks why I don’t just go to the library. I say that I want to read it at home and digest it and i don’t want to sit on a bench at the library or in front of my computer at a Web site. … I remember that I didn’t put money in the meter, and tell him he can go for it.
The lady back up at Laurel Village in the Books, Inc. said she had folks WAITING to buy a copy when she opened the store. She said she usually gets about 10 copies a day, and they were SOLD OUT immediately.
I decide to drive up to the UCSF campus to their bookstore, and found out they don’t even sell newspapers inside. Just a bunch of medical journals and People magazines. I ended up going to their library and making photocopies of their copy of the New York Times before throwing in the towel and going home.
It’s wonderful to see people buying up newspapers like this. I wish they did it every day. … I’ll have to get a subscription to the NYT before his innauguration in January.