My Starbucks is packed. As tranquilizing music plays, everyone is immersed in their digital devices. Glancing up from my iPad, I am grabbed by a startling sight. In a comfortable chair by the fireplace, a young woman is absorbed, reading an actual printed book! Alarmed, I suspect she is a time traveler from the mid-twentieth century. I study her for other telltale signs. There is an engaged energy in her expression, setting her apart from the other dull-eyed customers. She is smiling. I move closer to the exit so I can quickly escape when the time-space continuum rips back open.
Bill Diamond lives in Colorado, where the Rocky Mountains are both an inspiration and a distraction. He writes to try and figure it all out.