The actor's daughter was barely a blip on the scale of the day.
  It was a small loud day of famousness.

A sharply dressed man asked about the poetry section, and I noted his upturned collar, and as I pointed him past philosophy, I started to wonder. But I shook it off, pretty sure that the local population of nattily dressed black men had taken a pleasant uptick, but not willing to bet on it being one particular man in general. A handful of minutes later, at the register, I rustled through my coworker's receipt tape.
   "Hey, did that guy use his credit card?" And in a few seconds I was pointing out the name on the slip to her, and her eyes got real big, and then we were just bursting, tapping our friends' shoulders, playing it as cool as possible while still knowing that Saul Williams was walking around our aisles. 

   There was an older guy who came in to sell some books, and he knew our manager from way back, 35 years back, and so he made the rounds of the store and talked to a few people.  Seemed nice, had a few interesting and rare books of note, including a $600 oversize tibetan tome of art instruction. He called a lot of the women darling, and walked down to the grocery store with one of our buyers, the two of them discussing hemp milk as they walked out the door. "Will it get you bombed?" he was asking. I google his name and find a bookseller somewhere selling a $2000 copy of a William Burroughs book, notable for rarity and for being inscribed to the same nice man who just asked if I would check his bag behind the counter.

     A little later, he comes back and wants to know about one of the books in the locked case in literature, a signed Ken Kesey title.

          "This is the only one of his books that I'm a character in", he says, "It holds a special meaning to me." I set that aside as well, and he thanks me again and calls me dear and leaves, promising to bring back more books to sell tomorrow.  The other buyer leans against the counter and tells me about our visitor, one of the original Merry Pranksters.

 I only wish the two paths had overlapped, because I'm sure they would have gotten along swimmingly.