|
The only place I can't read is in bed. For fifty years I've carried a book with me wherever I went. When I shipped to basic training I had "The Psychology of Concentration Camps" in my bag. They let me keep it and I enjoyed the parallels between concentration camps and basic training.
I continued carrying books with me wherever I went. I read when I was eating breakfast, lunch, or dinner in a cafe. I read if I had five minutes to wait for an appointment. If I was parked waiting for my kids to get out of school I'd read a book. Or, if I had to go shopping with my wife I would take a book so I could read and pretend I really cared about shopping. The strangest place I ever read was probably in a morgue waiting for the coroner to show for an autopsy.
|