The Grilled Cheese

I explored my neighborhood for the first time when I wasn't hurrying to get out of the cold. I stopped by some smaller shops and felt that warm neighborhoody feeling.

Then I saw the Borders plastered with "closing" and "everything must go" signs, so went in to check it out. What I saw was amazing. Still more signs hanging from every shelf (which were on sale too) and ceiling square. People scouring the store for books. I felt like I was in a special Capitalism version of a Discovery Channel wildlife show. We were vultures and carrion-eating insects picking at the company's gaping carcass.

But the most interesting part of that experience was this: I bought a book. Me, the guy who hasn't read a physical book in over a year (replaced with iBooks and audiobooks), bought one.

The irony: It took the closing of one of the biggest bookstore chains in the country to get me to buy a physical book.