Last week I was on vacation. During that time I’ve walked through a big bookstore: The Tattered Cover on Colfax Avenue, Denver Colorado. Ten or fifteen years ago, perusing the shelves of my nearest Borders Books, I would have had a very different reaction than the one I was having there. I would have both hands filled, weighed down by many books. This time, it is only one. My urges are so different here today, and it says a lot of who I am and how I have changed.