well-traveled books

The ubiquity of electronic reading devices has reinvigorated my fanatical lust for books. Real books. Print books. Now maybe this is in part because I can’t justify (or afford) an iPad purchase but it is mostly because if I buy something that I can’t actually hold it’s like it doesn’t really exist–like I just threw away $14.99 on a pdf that I could’ve made myself. There’s something official about a book with a cover and a back and pages I can turn. Someone made it and it takes up physical space. I’m also a huge fan of buying used books. It’s green. It’s financially feasible. And the books normally come with little surprises. In my latest Amazon purchase of Metropolitan Life by Fran Lebowitz (I went on a Fran frenzy after watching Martin Scorsese’s “Public Speaking” documentary) I found an air-travel artifact. A Delta Airline ticket from back when smoking was allowed on planes.

Ok, so it’s only Atlanta but I’d like to think that there was a connecting flight to an exciting city in South America…

Check out the available beverages… TAB soda! I think I’ll have a Tennessee Sour Smash.

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