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The Changes Around Me

Story ID:9960
Written by:Michael Timothy Smith (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:Musings, Essays and Such
Location:Caldwell ID USA
Year:2014
Person:Us
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I walked into the lunchroom. A newspaper sat on an empty table. I picked
it up and wondered if I remember how to use it. I leafed through the sections: front page
section, sports, a special car section, the want ads, jobs, etc.

It had been a long time since I handled a newspaper. I read the news online
now.

I put the paper down and went to heat my lunch. As I put my lunch in the
microwave oven. I noticed my fingers were black from the ink on the paper.

There was a time, I'd come home from work and read the newspaper. It was a
ritual: everyone read the paper. There was no internet, cable television or satellite
television. We relied on the daily, finger-blackening pages of the paper to bring the
news to us. Not only were my hands blackened, but my pants were too.

At work, during lunch and breaks, people ate their lunch and read the newspaper.

For that last twenty years, where I have worked, people don't take breaks to
read. They heat their food in the microwave or pull sandwiches from a bag. They dine
while they work. When they have free time, they read the news on the internet.

Newspapers are failing around the world.

Recently, Ginny loaded a book onto my cell phone. I didnít know I could do that.
She uploaded the Amazon Kindle Ap, connected it to her Amazon account and now
I have books on my phone.

For the most part, we have the same reading tastes.

I am hooked.

Wherever I go, I have a book in my pocket, a story to read and a world to
explore. Waiting rooms, filled with magazines of no interest to me, no longer bother
me.

Itís also handy for away-from-home bathrooms.

Yes, I do a lot of reading there.

Times change. Habits change. I change.
One day, Iíll be like the newspapers. Iíll be a memory.

For now, Iíll adjust my life to accept and enjoy the changes around me.

Michael T. Smith