‘There’s no crying in baseball!” says the manager in A League of Their Own, the 1992 movie about female baseball players. There’s no crying in a free-market economy either. You either adapt or die. And Borders, apparently not adapting, has died. There will be no more Borders bookstores.
You’re not supposed to cry, and I’m not, but I might have shed half a tear, when I heard the news. The reason is mainly personal and sentimental. The original Borders was in my hometown, Ann Arbor, Mich. The store was founded in 1971 by the Borders brothers, Tom and Louis, who were students at the University of Michigan. We all went into that store. The selection was enormous, even exciting, and they would let you read, as I recall.
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