As an author, and as someone who loves to read, I am constantly perplexed why anybody would not want to. And sometimes it’s depressing. All that time spent sitting in a classroom learning how to read, and so few actually do it.
When we were traveling on the road as fulltime RVers publishing the Gypsy Journal RV newspaper, we had vendor booths at RV rallies all over the country for many years. You would be surprised at how many people declined a free sample copy, saying something like, “I haven’t read anything since I got out of school, and I never plan to.” Others would simply say, “I don’t read.”A couple of times when Miss Terry got weary of hearing that response, she would give them her prettiest smile and say, “That’s okay, they have classes for adults to learn how to do that now.”
And even many of those who do read don’t actually take the time to understand what they are looking at. I blame part of this on social media. There is so much to see that they just skim through everything without giving their eyes or their brains time enough to actually absorb the message. The other day I posted the following comment on Facebook: When the time comes, I support mandatory vacations for everyone. If anyone refuses, they should be forced!
The responses left me shaking my head. One person told me I was becoming a Communist and he was never going to read my Facebook posts or the blog anymore. Someone else said that this is America and nobody has to get a vacation if he doesn’t want one. It was his body and nobody was putting that poison in it. A longtime “friend” told me that I was a disgrace to the American flag. I told him to go back and actually read what I had posted, and he replied a moment later saying that he had read it, and I could stick my vacation where the sun don’t shine, because nobody could make him take a shot if he didn’t want it, and it was treasonous to try to push that on anybody. He suggested I might be much happier in Russia. Okay, fine, have a nice day, comrade.
But, fortunately, enough people do read that I can make a living writing my books, and irritate people with words in my spare time. I’ve been working hard on my new Tinder Street book, which is requiring a lot of research to make sure I get the facts right. The other day I read through and corrected several chapters, then printed them out for Terry to proof. Yesterday I started making final corrections to what she gave back to me, and I couldn’t figure out why there were so many errors on my screen that were not in the printed-out proof chapters she had worked on. Then I realized that I had goofed and not saved those chapters once I read through them and made my on-screen corrections before printing them out. That took a while to figure out and get everything back on track!
But I did, along with doing more research, and things are moving right along. By the way, if you need to know anything about the day Harry Houdini died (October 31, 1926), or the death of Rudolph Valentino a few months earlier, or the steps one had to go through to get a commercial pilot’s license in those days, or placenta, give me a shout. I’ve got notes I’ll share with you.
And finally, here’s a chuckle to start your day from the collection of funny signs we see in our travels and that our readers share with us. And I thought my high school girlfriend was weird when she told me she put mayonnaise in her hair!
Thought For The Day – At some point in your childhood, you and your friends went outside to play together for the last time, and nobody knew it.