8.24.2025 – any reader knows

any reader knows
unique delight of settling
down with a good book

When I was in college, most of my classes were in the field of history and came with extensive reading lists.

One in particular landed with a thump on the table when it was passed out by the Professor. (I think it was a class on Imperial Russian History and it listed War and Peace with the note YES – ALL OF IT).

I was always reading.

My roommates were in The School of Engineering and they had other forms of homework but I was always just reading.

One of my roommates finally said to me, “Are you reading for class … or for fun?”

What’s the difference?“, I replied.

As long as I can remember, I have been a reader.

I have abibliophobia or the anxious feeling that I might run out of books or other things to read.

So it was with some interest that I read the New York Times article, “Fewer People Are Reading for Fun, Study Finds” by Maggie Astor who says that she, “… covers the intersection of health and politics, including the effects of public policies and of climate change.”

Ms. Astor writes, “Researchers from University College London and the University of Florida examined national data from 2003 to 2023 and found that the share of people who reported reading for pleasure on a given day fell to 16 percent in 2023 from a peak of 28 percent in 2004 — a drop of about 40 percent. It declined around 3 percent each year over those two decades.

There is evidence that reading for pleasure has been declining since the 1940s, the researchers said, but they called the size of the latest decrease “surprising,” given that the study defined reading broadly, encompassing books, magazines and newspapers in print, electronic or audio form.”

Lets do some diagnostics here.

From Gutenberg to the invention of the radio … there was reading.

Then came TV.

Then came the World Wide Web.

Then came hand held phones.

And there is evidence that reading for pleasure has been declining since the 1940s.

Well knock me over with a feather!

Who pays for these studies?

99% of green freeway information signage has a green background?

99% of orange highway cones are orange?

I gotta get one of these research grants.

Still, as Ms. Astor opens her article, any reader knows the unique delight of settling down with a good book.

Here is the point.

Any READER.

Any reader or anyone, really, can tell you, not everyone is a reader.

Who might turn out to be a reader can’t be determined at birth or by DNA or by any test known to mankind.

In the picture below is me and my brother Tim, probably about 1964.

We both have books open on our laps.

We had the same parents, grew up in the same home but for some reason, I was a reader and Tim was not.

I went on to career in books and news and Tim went on to a be a very successful engineer.

As for the family gene pool, many of my brothers and sisters won the Math Award given to the best Math Student at Creston High School.

Me?

Someday I plan to get a book about Trigonometry and find out what that was all about.

I have worked in Bookstores and Libraries for a good part of my life.

Over those years I formed the opinion that about 10 to 15% of the American public could be classed as readers.

That matches up with where the ‘Scientific Data’ says we are now.

I had no scientific evidence to back that up, it was just a personal feeling I came up with over the years.

Still I am happy to report that a new bookstore opened up here the low country of South Carolina.

Newspaper coverage of the opening started with the line, “In the era of Amazon and e-books, who would have imagined that a brick-and-mortar, ink-on-paper bookstore would open on Hilton Head Island in summer 2025?”

Emily [the new owner/operater] said she was inspired by online discussions of third spaces, which means a place other than home or work and school that people can go to spend time such as cafes, libraries or community centers. “I also felt the need for, being someone who is in the younger generation living in the area, I felt that we had a lack of spaces to hang out or to socialize that’s not a restaurant or a bar or the beach,” Emily said.

Happy to say we were there yesterday and enjoyed the atmosphere and hope for their future.

Any reader knows the unique delight of settling down with a good book.

I can’t tell you when I started reading because I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t.

Something I attribute to my parents having books all over our house.

My Dad was a Dentist and he subscribed to all sorts of magazines for his office waiting room, and he would bring those magazines home for us to look at before they ended up being read by his nervous patients.

One the magazines he subscribed to was Reader’s Digest so all those Reader’s Digest digested books books were all over the house.

Along with the digested books, Reader’s Digest published anthologies like America’s Best Sports Stories and Reader’s Digest True Crime: Tales of Murder & Mayhem and those were laying around the house as well.

At some point in my young life, I took down Reader’s Digest True Crime: Tales of Murder & Mayhem, it had a big read thumb print on the cover and read through it.

There were stories titled, A killer is Loose and Life and Death of a Twisted Genius.

Just right for a 10 year old.

I read them all but it was a story titled, The Trial that Rocked the Nation that stuck with me.

It was a 10 page article the told the story of the Scopes Trial in Dayton, TN.

I remember asking my Dad about it and he said, “The Monkey Trial!”

With that my lifelong admiration for Clarence Darrow was born.

I wanted to learn more about Mr. Darrow and snuck into the grown up section of my local library and took home the book, Clarence Darrow for the Defense by Irving Stone.

Lots and lots of great Darrow stuff in that book (including the case he took that was heard in a Grand Rapids, Michigan courtroom – A courtroom I was in several times for wedding receptions when the building was turned into the local art museum).*

But the story that RESONATED with me was an story told about the time Mr. Darrow’s father, Amirus Darrow (A man who took young Clarence along for midnight wagon rides to bring people along the underground railroad in Ohio), visited his son in Chicago.

The narrative by Mr. Stone picks up with:

Amirus Darrow had decided to spend a week in Kinsman visiting old friends. Clarence had slipped several greenbacks into his father’s pocket, and Jessie put up a lunch for her father-in-law for the train. Amirus ieft early in the morning, riding the streetcar downtown from 4219 Vincennes Avenue. When he found that he had a half-hour before train time he descended a flight of stairs into a basement secondhand bookstore.

At ten o’clock that night the bell rang at the Darrow home. Clarence opened the door to find his father glaze-eyed, hugging a huge bundle under each arm. Amirus had found so many books for which he had always yearned that he had not emerged from the bookshop until twelve hours later, his railroad and vacation money spent. He had come home to read his precious literary treasures, all desire to visit Kinsman gone. Seeing his father standing before him on the porch, his eyes dreamy and withdrawn and beautiful, the son realized that the older man had always missed his train because he had found something more interesting in a book than would be waiting for him at the end of a journey.

Boy Howdy, Yessir!

Did I read that maybe at the wrong time in my life?

Or maybe not.

I have to say that as a guiding star in my life, I always felt that I might find something more interesting in a book than would be waiting for me at the end of a journey.

Any reader knows the unique delight of settling down with a good book.

Me and my granddaughter on a lazy Sunday front porch reading afternoon

*(Gee whiz, but when will I get to the point … authors note)

8.22.2025 – bodgers, bag women

bodgers, bag women,
badgers, fat boys, flashers, snobs
riddlers and slaggers

Britain, says James Fox, was once a place teeming with bodgers, badgers, ballers, bag women, bottom stainers, fat boys, flashers and flirters. That’s not forgetting the riddlers, slaggers and snobs. And before you say anything, these are all occupations that were once ubiquitous but are now vanishingly rare: a bodger makes chair legs; a badger is someone who etches glass; a fat boy is a greaser of axles in haulage systems, while a snob is a journeyman maker of boots and shoes.

From the book review, Craftland by James Fox review – on the trail of Britain’s vanishing skills by Kathryn Hughes.

Other cool jobs/crafts include:

Wood & Rural Crafts

Bodgers – itinerant wood-turners working in the woods, making chair legs on pole lathes.

Riddle / Riddlers – makers of riddles and sieves (mesh-framed tools for separating grain or soil).

Hurdle makers – weaving hazel into fences.

Coopers – barrel makers.

Shave horses & spoon carvers (not funny sounding, but linked to bodgers).

Metal & Industrial

Slaggers – workers dealing with slag by-products in metalwork.

Flashers – could be tin workers cutting “flash” (excess metal) off castings.

Snobs – in some dialects, shoemakers or cobblers.

Whitesmiths – tinsmiths, working in light metal rather than black iron.

Nailers – hand-making nails, often a whole family trade.

Leather, Cloth & Textiles

Badgers – cloth workers who bought cloth from weavers and sold it on (sometimes also itinerant traders in other goods).

Bag women – women going door-to-door selling haberdashery or collecting rags for paper-making.

Fustian cutters – cutting pile on heavy cloth.

Shoddy makers – reprocessing old wool cloth into new cheap fabric.

Crottlers – repairing stockings.

Whip-plaiters – making braided whips.

Stone, Earth & Miscellaneous

Puddlers – workers who kneaded clay to seal canals and dams.

Knockers (Cornish mining folklore) – but also used for mine surface workers.

Delvers – stone quarrymen.

Clod breakers – farm labouring role, breaking soil lumps.

8.19.2025 – place of tears

place of tears, whisper
of me, he sang a song that
reached the hearts of men

Adapted from “The Reward” by James Weldon Johnson.

No greater earthly boon than this I crave,
That those who some day gather ’round my grave,
In place of tears, may whisper of me then,
He sang a song that reached the hearts of men.”

As it appears in Fifty Years and Other Poems by James Weldon Johnson (Cornhill Company, Boston, 1917).

According to Wikipedia, James Weldon Johnson … in 1930, at the age of 59, Johnson returned to education after his many years leading the NAACP. He accepted the Spence Chair of Creative Literature at Fisk University in Nashville, Tennessee. The university created the position for him in recognition of his achievements as a poet, editor and critic during the Harlem Renaissance. In addition to discussing literature, he lectured on a wide range of issues related to the lives and civil rights of black Americans. He held this position until his death. In 1934, he also was appointed as the first African-American professor at New York University, where he taught several classes in literature and culture.

8.10.2025 – challenge is someone

challenge is someone,
somehow, somewhere must call a
halt to the madness

Ever play madlibs?

The word game where you have a paragraph filled with blanks and you substitute words.

Here is today’s game.

Today’s Haiku is adapted from the closing sentence in an opinion piece in the Guardian.

The writer wrote, “The challenge is formidable, the outcome uncertain. But someone, somehow, somewhere must call a halt to the madness.”

Suppose the writer wrote …

The challenge is formidable, the outcome uncertain. But someone, somehow, somewhere must call a halt to the madness of ________.

What word or current crisis do you choose to fill in the blank?

The situation in Gaza?

The Trump Administration?

Vaccines?

The recent occasions of gun violence?

The Hot Weather?

College Football Playoffs?

College Football Player Payoffs (read NIL)?

College Football Player Trade offs (read Transfer Portal)?

The Threat of Artificial Intelligence?

I am almost happy to report that the article in question, is As the world hurtles ever closer to nuclear oblivion, where is the opposition? by Simon Tisdall.

But in a WORLD GONE CRAZY, the possible list of is endless.

Use the comments to suggest you choice and I will compile a list.

The challenge is formidable, the outcome uncertain.

But someone, somehow, somewhere must call a halt to the madness.

8.5.2025 – my heart has become

my heart has become
as hard as a city street,
it sings like iron

My heart has become as hard as a city street,
The horses trample upon it, it sings like iron,
All day long and all night long they beat,
They ring like the hooves of time. My heart has become as drab as a city park,
The grass is worn with the feet of shameless lovers,
A match is struck, there is kissing in the dark,
The moon comes, pale with sleep. My heart is torn with the sound of raucous voices,
they shout from the slums, from the streets, from the crowded places,
And tunes from a hurdy-gurdy that coldly rejoices
Shoot arrows into my heart. O my belovèd, sleeping so far from me,
Walking alone in sunlight, or in blue moonlight,
Are you alive there, far across that sea,
Or were you only a dream?

Discordants II as published in Turns and movies, and other tales in verse by Conrad Aiken (New York, Houghton Mifflin company, 1916).

I get up and have my coffee.

I get up and have my coffee and look at the news on my tablet.

I swipe and swipe and look for news that might be news.

I swipe and swipe.

Is it any wonder that my heart has become as hard as a city street.

If only it were only a dream.