Library Walks and the Local Church
Probably once a month, I walk to the library. But in case you can already see right through my pretentious grandiosity, fine, you win. I don't actually walk all the way to the library. Too far. I find a place to park less than a mile away, lace up my shoes, and walk from that conveniently-placed parking lot to the library. Sue me! While it would be easy to fire up the iPad and download an eBook, I desperately crave the preservation of days of old - the good ol' days - when technology was more of an idea than an idol and the thought of screen time was limited to a family movie around a box TV. A digital book absolutely cannot guarantee the following pleasures I have recently taken a liking to: The vintage smell of leather covers and wood pulp adhesives that bind books together The shuffle of strangers in search of a story The "have you read this?" conversations under dim fluorescent lighting The librarian, Jeanette, who seems to know me better than I know myself Of c...