Not So Fast, Kindle...

I expect the written word (on paper. Hard bound. Paperback. Newspaper.) to cease to be in the not so distant future.

I, hopefully, won't be around to see it's demise. I expect it to take at least another 50 years before ALL books will be found only in 'antique' bookstores. I am glad I'll miss it.

I love the written word. I love reading the written word. I love writing the written word, but, you will notice, I do it on another medium other than paper. I'm part of the problem, just a little bit.

I

Love

Books.

My sister got me a Kindle for Christmas last year. Fortunately for both of us, it was back ordered so far that she could cancel it.

There is something visceral about books that I don't think I will ever be able to abandon.

When I came back from Hawaii in late 1970, I got a temporary job at Campbell's Bookstore in Westwood Village. It was the old fashioned kind of bookstore, with dark wood and a second story and books all neatly put where they belong (have you BEEN to a bookstore lately and looked at the manner in which books are filed? I can only assume that the handlers of books have no idea how to alphabetize or categorize).

No..

Really.

Or maybe even read...

Anyways, back to Campbell's. I was wrapping books for Christmas.

Oh happy happy Joy Joy job!

Not only did I get to handle and wrap almost every book sold that season (and wrapping books is easy and fun and can be made to look extremely expensive for next to nothing), I got to help put away the NEW BOOKS..

Forget your New Car smell, there is NOTHING like the smell of a new, well made book.

sigh...

So there I was, surrounded by books with time on my hands and a DISCOUNT!

and occasionally a visit from Ray Bradbury...

sigh..

I don't think I made any money at all....

But I'll never forget either the job or the place.

So take your Bimble and put it wherever you want...

I'm sticking with books...