Over the years I have
received many gifts that I didn't want. There was the art work that I wouldn't
dream of hanging on the wall, that I hurriedly would put up when I knew the
person who gave it to me was coming over. The ugly shirt that I only wore
twice, both times when visiting my mother so that she'd know that I loved her
gift. Even Mark, who should know me better than most people, has got me bad
gifts. Of course those gifts were actually things he wanted. But finally, this
past Christmas, I received something that I have truly learned to love and
cherish. Mark bought me a Kindle. I used to read a lot. I would read books that
were way over my capacity to understand, and I would read pulp garbage. From
Camus to Harold Robbins. When my eyesight started going bad, I not only found
myself driving into other cars and walking into, over, and through things, I
found that I stopped reading. At work I couldn't read the tech manuals anymore.
When I was trying to install something around the house, I would discard the
instructions, the print was way too small. This resulted in a few catastrophes,
including two fried computers. Anyway, I love this Kindle. It allows me to blow
up the font to just the right size, and it's also very light. I find myself reading everywhere. I have no witty
end to this post other than that I am a happy man who is reading books again.
Does anybody have any suggestions?