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Uncle Hugo's Science Fiction Bookstore Uncle Edgar's Mystery Bookstore 2864 Chicago Avenue, Minneapolis, MN 55407 Newsletter #123 September - November 2018 Hours: M-F 10am to 7pm Sat. 10am to 6pm Sun. Noon to 5pm Uncle Hugo's 612-824-6347 Uncle Edgar's 612-824-9984 Fax 612-827-6394 E-mail: [email protected] Website: www.UncleHugo.com Parking Metered parking (25 cents for 20 minutes) is available in front of the store. Meters are enforced 8am-6pm Monday through Saturday (except for federal holidays). Note the number on the pole you park by, and pay at the box located between the dental office driveway and Popeyes driveway. The box accepts quarters, dollar coins, and credit cards, and prints a receipt that shows the expiration time. Meter parking for vehicles with Disability License Plates or a Disability Certificate is free. (Rates and hours shown are subject to change without notice - the meters are run by the city, not by us.) Free parking is also available in the dental office lot all day Saturday and Sunday. (New dentist, new schedule; if you park in his lot at other times, you may be towed.) Holiday Schedule Monday, September 3: Closed Thursday, November 22: Closed Autographing Events (at Uncle Hugo's) Tuesday, September 11, 5-6pm D.J. (Dave) Butler Witchy Winter Award News The Nebula Award winners included Best Novel to The Stone Sky by N. K. Jemisin ($16.99) and Best Novella to All Systems Red by Martha Wells ($14.99) The Locus Awards included Best SF Novel to The Collapsing Empire by John Scalzi ($9.99), Best Fantasy Novel to The Stone Sky by N. K. Jemisin ($16.99), Best Horror Novel to The Changeling by Victor LaValle ($18.00), Best First Novel to The Strange Case of the Alchemist’s Daughter by Theodora Goss ($16.99), Best Young Adult Book to Akata Warrior by Nnedi Okorafor ($18.99, $11.99 trade pb due in October), and Best Novella to All Systems Red by Martha Wells ($14.99). How’s Business by Don Blyly I thought that the worst thing about Memorial Day would be the forecasted high of 100 degrees. But I woke up Monday morning and turned on the news to see that the former Roberts Shoes building at the corner of Chicago and Lake had burnt down overnight. The building, built in 1895, had all retail on the first floor and two upper floors of spaces rented out for art studios, recording studios, and a dance studio on the third floor. The fire started in the basement around 10:30 Sunday night. One of the artists on the second floor smelled the smoke and went from door to door telling the other artists to get out of the building, so no lives were lost. But many of the artists lost up to a decade of work. By the time the fire department arrived the wooden floors of the first floor was not trustworthy enough for the firemen to be able to fight the fire from inside the building. so they poured massive amounts of water on the building from the outside. After a few hours they got the fire put out, but the roof on the east side of the building had collapsed all the way down to the first floor and the roof on the west side had collapsed down to the second floor. Around 5 am the collapsed roof re-ignited, and the fire department had to put it out again. I had been planning to go to the Uncles for a few hours on Memorial Day to work on some mail orders and to catch up on some paperwork, so I loaded Ecko into the car and tried to get to the store around 8 am. A four block section of Lake Street was blocked off, a three block section of Chicago was blocked off, and some other nearly blocks were blocked off. I finally found a parking spot three blocks from the store, and Ecko and I hiked over to the Uncles. There was still some smoke in the air, but the smoke was very bad inside the Uncles. The fire was south of the Uncles, the wind was out of the south all night, and the roof-top air conditioners at the Uncles are designed to compare the temperature of the outside air to the inside air. If the air conditioner is turned on, and the outside air is cooler than the inside air, the air condition pumps the cooler outside air into the building instead of circulating the inside air across the heat exchange coils. I went to the roof to change the air filters. Uncle Hugo’s filters were merely very dirty; Uncle Edgar’s filters were completely black and crusty. While the new air filters tried to clean the air in the Uncles, Ecko and I walked up to take a closer look at the ruins. The fire had not spread to the single story building to the north (formerly Sunny’s bar and restaurant), but the front of the building was blackened from the smoke. It also had not spread to the single story building across the alley. But the Roberts Shoes building was obviously a total loss, with three stories of brick still standing, surrounding the heaps of rubble. We went back to the Uncles, I packed some mail orders, but decided the smoky smell was too bad to spend time doing paperwork, so we left more quickly than I had planned. As we walked back to the car, I saw a police car parked at the blockade at Chicago and 28th, with a officer inside with his windows rolled down. I went over to talk with him about the fire, and about my being able to get my car to my business. He said that the Roberts Shoe building was such a hazard that the city would probably be taking it down before the end of the day. He said that the former Sunny’s building probably had so much smoke and water damage that it would probably also come down eventually. And he said that it would not be a problem for me to drive my car around the “street closed” signs to get to my business. The next morning I heard on the news that the city had given the owner of the Roberts Shoes building one day to consult with structural engineers to see if it would be possible to repair the ruins. I suspect that everybody knew that this would be impossible, but the city couldn’t find any company that could assemble a crew on Memorial Day to take down the building in 100 degree heat, so they gave the owner the option while they arranged for the building to be torn down on Tuesday. Tuesday mid-afternoon the utility people came in to disconnect the power cables, the gas line, and the water line to the building, and late Tuesday the demolition began. They started at the alley side of the building, and some of the debris fell onto the roof of the single story building across the alley, penetrated the roof, and burst some pipes (I assume pipes about the ceiling for a sprinkler system), causing extensive damage. Late Wednesday afternoon all of the brick walls had been knocked down and some of the rubble had been hauled away. A chain-link fence was put up around the site, with the remaining smokey rubble in piles up to five foot tall, and the streets were opened again. The Roberts Shoes building has been an important part of the neighborhood for a long time. Roberts Shoes anchored the corner for 77 years. I read a report that Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance was written in the building. Heart of the Beast Puppet and Mask Theatre spent some time there. A fundraiser was quickly started to help the many artists who lost years of work and all their equipment to the fire (and many of them did not have insurance). One of our people wandered up to the corner while the building was being demolished and reported that the real estate speculators were gathering like vultures, talking about what they might be able to build there and how cheaply they might be able to get the land. During the first round of demolition, they found the file cabinet of the guy who rented the dance studio, very battered but not burnt, so he was able to recover his passport and his business records. Later in the day, they also found his safe. Most of the other tenants were not so lucky. Four weeks after the fire (and after many thunderstorms had soaked the rubble), the insurance company finally moved in to try to determine the cause of the fire. They brought in heavy equipment to carefully dig through the rubble, looking for clues, and spraying treated water from a tanker truck which wiped out the smoky smell for about a month. The owner expected the insurance company to then hauling away about 100 truck loads of rubble and then bring in about 100 truck loads the dirt to fill the hole. Instead, the insurance company took away the heavy equipment after two days, leaving all the rubble in place. About a month after the insurance inspectors went away, “Site Available for Development” signs appeared on the chain link fence around the rubble. The city has wanted for decades to clear away all the single story property on this block of Chicago Ave.