30 Penn Books – Oklahoma City, OK
This was a nice used bookshop. Good books, a nice selection that was well organized. A little higher priced than some of the other used bookshops in town, but still good stuff. I specifically remember being on the lookout for good niche local, state, and regional history books here. This shop was close to a place I liked to get BBQ — a little shack two brothers ran out of the parking lot of a nearby grocery store. I had gotten to know one of them well in my time in Oklahoma City, so I always called it Crain Bros. BBQ, but I think I was the only one to bother giving their smoke shacks a name. This younger brother, working on a Ph.D. in philosophy, ran this one near 23rd Street and Penn. They had a very nice lady who ran the till for them and packed up the orders inside the grocery store. The other brother ran other smoke shacks with other helpers at a couple of other locations. It was more his empire than the philosophical younger brother’s, who was helping out. The younger brother finished his PhD and is now a philosophy professor in the area.
The smoke shack made a nice stop on a Friday when I felt like I could get away with a little extra long lunch break and could have a little drive. From the Oklahoma Historical Society, where I worked, down 23rd Street, I would grab some sliced brisket and sliced hot link and maybe a bag of chips and a bottle of ice cold Red Diamond iced tea from the grocery store — definitely not the cole slaw from the grocery store’s deli, which tasted like it had been soaked in fishy lake water. It was safer to stick to the pre-packaged stuff.
I took co-workers to the BBQ stand on some Fridays, and being bookminded people, no one would protest if we also made a stop at this bookshop. One of my only distinct memories here was in the parking lot and one of my coworkers describing working with homeless patients with tuburculosis when he was an ambulance driver.
I wish I remembered more about this place, besides the parking on the south side of the building and the hum of the air conditioner that couldn’t keep up with the heat of Oklahoma’s summer workdays. I only vaguely recall the owner of this shop as helpful and alert, which was an anomaly for used booksellers in Oklahoma City in the early 2000s. I wish I had an anecdote of his generosity, kindness, and intelligence, but I don’t. Sadly, the owner was murdered in 2017, and his killer tried to cover his crime by torching his bookshop. I hope the owner’s family has found a measure of peace in time.
About the Author: Benjamin L. Clark writes and works as a museum curator.