"I almost thought of cracking a book open but then stopped myself." This was the latest from Michael as his boycott continues. Up north entertainment was limited to a 4-inch b+w television set with no rabbit ears. Often we resorted to reading for a lack of anything better to do as my parents refused to take us to the roller rink every
We would often take a trip to the library before heading north as there was no such public institution in Chetek, WI. I’d typically check out 20 books more than I would have time to read and found comfort in the options of my portable biblioteca.
On the off chance I would finish all my reading materials, there were back issues of Road & Track from the 70’s and MAD magazines from the 60’s stacked in firewood receptacles beneath both endtables. We didn’t use them for kindling although maybe we should have. They all smelled old and I preferred this and still do.
My parents would encourage our literary interpretations by saying things like “read or you brain is going to turn into goo!” and we believed them. I feel like getting Michael on the horn right now and barking the same advice.