I love the smell of old books.
There's something about holding a book in your hand, thumbing through the pages, skipping from the front to the back.
Paperbacks are dead.
So I have almost a thousand books on my phone.
I can read any of them wherever and whenever I want.
But I yearn for the days of walking into a used bookstore.
The store is usually in a seedy part of a large city and it's filled with worn out books, magazines or college manuals.
These dinosaurs have been there hundreds of years.
Usually, there's nobody at the counter. They're in the back watching television or eating lunch.
Owners of these shops don't care how long you look at their wares.
They don't hound you about buying something or send you email adds about the latest editions.
It's a shame.
Ray Bradbury said, "You don't have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them."
I'm not sure he meant books on a smartphone but there is something special about holding an old musty classic in your hands.
Support these places. Buy something or give the owner a dollar and thank him for the privilege of letting you look around.
You're gonna miss them when they're gone.
I know I will.