I cannot imagine a world without books (“Library gives glimpse into bookless future,” Jan. 4). I have been a book lover my entire life. My daughters are readers, and I have a granddaughter who also loves books.
My father was the most intelligent man I ever knew. He was a coal miner with a high school education, but was an avid reader. He was truly a self-educated man.
I am awed by the technological advances of this age, but I am definitely not a techie. The new Apple store in the mall is bright and shiny and always crowded, but I have never been in the store.
Instead, at least once a week, I travel down the road to the bookstore. I quickly pass the display of e-readers at the front of the store to the books.
I spend time browsing the shelves, checking out favorite authors and new titles. I also enjoy the big illustrated volumes of art, nature, architecture and people. It is one of my favorite times of the week. I check the library’s website for the featured items lists and always have books waiting for me at the nearest branch.
I have tried my daughter’s e-reader, but find it difficult to use. Give me a comfortable chair, a hot beverage and a book in which to lose myself, and I am indeed a happy person.
When I moved to Akron from New York in the early 1960s to work for Goodyear, my grandmother was concerned that I was heading for the “frontier.” She prayed that there would be someone in Akron to watch over me.
Her prayers were answered because one of the first persons I met at Goodyear was Bill Miller. He did watch over me, calling frequently to see how I was doing and visiting me on Archwood Avenue when I was assigned to the Chemical Division. Whenever I went to Plant One or Goodyear Hall, I looked forward to seeing him.
At Miller’s funeral last Saturday, several mourners recalled having a similar relationship with him. One speaker described himself as a life-long Bill Miller “mentee.”
Years after I left Goodyear, I heard my name called from the stands at a Zips basketball game. It was Miller. He remembered me, and a big hug on the stairway followed. That remains one of my favorite sporting events.
Facebook? Twitter? Miller didn’t need them to show you he cared. To paraphrase an ad popular in those times, ‘‘Bill Miller made a friendship the old-fashioned way. He earned it.”
In a recent letter, the writer hoped the Affordable Care Act would fail. (“National plan,” Dec. 31). How sad that a person would want a new law, aimed at helping people, to be trashed. The law is a step in the right direction to insure people, some for the first time.
Being without health insurance is very scary and can give a person a helpless feeling.
The law, I’m sure, will be tweaked. The writer said he’s a Democrat. Well, he would be better off in the GOP.
As far as the writer stating the insurance companies could eke out a living selling supplemental policies, insurance companies don’t eke out a living selling anything. If they can’t make a huge profit, they get out of the business.
Kevin D. Murphy
I’ll start watching the Browns again when Jimmy Haslam is in prison and the other two stooges are jettisoned.