Tell Me How This Ends

I've never found a book to read. The book finds me.

A sure sign of the times is the amount of time I spend in a library. Big book stores were once a favorite destination, then half-price book stores, now the public library. They have their advantages--you can read the front page and the entire newspaper in a library. Internet too.

Library books are old compared to the book stores. New, fresh, best--those are the books of the big stores. In the astronomy section Pluto is a planet in the library. Both the borrower and the buyer are never far from a new or old book on JFK. Now that I'm older than the president of my earliest days the guy looks incredibly young.

I will slip out of the library without being found tonight. Is there so much going on in the world or is everything just getting too much attention?  Everything seems to be at a crisis level. So much taking up sides. For a beer tax, against a beer tax. For Brett, against Brett. For Rush, against Rush. For health, against health. For war, against war. For America, against America.  There is so little discussion and so much accusation. I have no interest in signing up for the war efforts. Wondering if I'm walking around the edges of life?

Tell me how this ends.