I like to read, and I enjoy music. When I moved south of the Rio Bravo, which is approaching 13 years ago, getting books in English was a challenge.
Getting tunes was pretty easy, however. There was a huge music store that sold CDs in the nearby capital city, but it’s long gone now. And I don’t care.
I’ve stopped buying books made of paper, and I’ve ceased purchasing music CDs.
My music comes from LegalSounds, an internet business based in Russia. Their selection is vast, and if you don’t find a song you want, email them and they’ll get it for you.
I’ve used their service for years.
They speak English as well as you and I. They claim it’s legal, and I hope it is. Most of their songs cost nine cents or less, which is pretty darn sweet.
That’s part of our living room bookshelf in the photo. It used to be a living, breathing thing, so to speak. Books were added, subtracted (that’s what happens when you loan a book. It’s permanently subtracted), fingered, admired and so on.
Now it’s just a lifeless decoration. Books give a warm feel to a space, and they make you look smart even if you are not.
I have a Kindle, and my child bride has one too. We don’t buy physical books anymore. Stubborn people are still resisting this change, but they will come around.
They will have no choice.
When they do, they will slap themselves and mutter: Why didn’t I do this sooner? That’s how nifty a Kindle is. A Kindle is better than hot roast beef on rye bread and dark ale, which reminds me of something, but I can’t recall exactly what.
But it will come to me.