Books On Tape

Just the title of this post makes me feel old. My glasses tend to agree, as a cranium defect (read: it's too big) has stretched the legs out and they slide down my nose all day. I bend down to pick up a book, some paper, or a dropped pen and come up with my glasses perched precariously on the edge of my nose like some Little House on the Prairie school marm. You think I'm rocking out to the White Stripes on my iPod? The Bravery, Peaches, M.I.A.? Three words: Books On Tape.