Dear Reader

Dear Reader,

You can sit there , where ever you are, and stare at whatever you're staring at for a few more hours, or you can grab your walking stick and favorite hat and go for a walk in the wonderful world that your senses allow you perceive and marvel at.

Some of us like the comfort of voicemail and would rather stay on the line for the next two hours waiting for a company representative to help them with a password problem, a few million of us have a hankering to watch intersections through high powered binoculars as traffic going this way and the other runs over a plastic milk bottle until it's been crushed infinitely, bashed between lanes and lies wedged in a sewer drain grid, and I imagine the less nervous among us look forward the arrival of the mail with a letter stating that they've won a make believe lottery , wondering as well what all those coupons for magazine subscriptions are for.

Some of us would rather go outside and walk, twirling a fine cane and wearing the favorite hat at jaunty tilt, and traverse an empty city where nothing happens, where nothing will happen, and where nothing ever has happened.

It used to be that you didn't risky your life or that of those around you by checking the doorknobs on shuttered local businesses.

The fun is leached from the existence we paid for.

So how many photos of empty shopping carts and bus stops are on your smart phone?

Yours truly,