An Odd Moment

I was quietly sitting in a local haunt in Sammamish – reading, underlining, and jotting a few notes in my journal – when one of the employees (maybe 16 years-old) walked by and exclaimed, “is that a book!” It was like he had never seen one. “I’ve heard of people who do that,” he continued. “Do what” was my bemused reply. “You know, read books.”

I’m still not sure what to make of it …

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