Tonight I sat in one of my favorite independent bookstores listening to a reading by one of my favorite authors. As I looked around the varied shelves, I thought look at all these books, all this knowledge, all these places and worlds to visit. Then I thought: remember all this, remember what it was like to be surrounded by all these wonderful, wonderful physical books.. remember it for when all this is gone. Remember it later so you can tell the young people some day of this wondrous place called a bookstore, where people went to converse, learn, listen and gather with others as in love with the written word. And I was sad for all that we’re going to lose, and lose it we will someday. Ouch… my heart hurts tonight.