Morning sunshine hits the bookshelves in the living room. Those were functioning bookshelves for years but not anymore. Now they just sit there and make me look kinda smart.
That typewriter, a 1923 Royal, belonged to my father and his father too. I typed my citizenship application on it in 2005, and it hasn’t been used since.
Since I got my new Kindle weeks back, my child bride has inherited the older Kindle, so we both have abandoned books made of paper. There is a sizable digital selection in Spanish.
You’ll stick to paper books, you say. You’re old-fashioned that way. Sure, go ahead while you can, but paper books are doomed. And when you do flip to a Kindle or Nook or whatever, you’ll love it.
And your bookshelves will become decorations too.
The framed photos sitting on the shelves are mostly of me and my child bride.
The one on the top shelf where the sun is shining is me sitting on a stony riverbed in the California Redwoods with Isabel Allende, her husband, Mickey, and a friend with whom I have lost touch.
That 1998 photo makes me look kinda smart too, the company I keep.