All that remained was a very sketchy parking lot in which we counted at least four rogue cats that looked suspiciously related to each other.

Well, that didn't go Southern Gothic fast or anything.

(The other used bookstore is possibly in good health, but I've never been; they say they specialize in rare books and local history, and I'm looking for pulp sf/f...)

Dammit. Everyone should have ready access to pulp sci-fi. It's a right of readers.