I reversed my walk today, ending near the grade school which normally marks the beginning of my trek. Six moms were parked alongside the curb in their minivans and SUVs, waiting for their children. Four moms were texting; one was talking on her phone; and one was flipping through a "hard" calendar. (What do we call the old-fashioned paper calendars these days?)
The youngest "waiter," a teenaged boy, was sitting in a truck, flipping through a magazine. How is that for a role reversal? I wasn't sure what to make of it, but I liked it. Someone was actually giving his thumbs a rest and reading -- there's hope for writers yet.
December 8, 2009
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