I told my brother the other tasks needing to be done so he could survey what else he we’d have to purchase. The hardware store was closed after the brief two-block walk. I was ready to call it a night. Homeboy whipped out his phone and voice-command Googled “hardware stores near me.” There was one on Fulton Street, a 13-minute walk. I personally didn’t want to do it, but his eyes sparkled. My brother at a hardware store is me in a bookstore.