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As I was driving home from WalMart, I saw a bumper sticker on the van ahead of me. What? Did it say Deer Park Books? Could it be an advertisement for a bookstore? And on the bumper of a vehicle?
No, of course, it said Deer Park Loons, an advertisement for a sports team for whom one of the younger occupants of the car apparently played.
Ah, but this kicked off my brain's gears and sprockets. If only...if only books were such an important part of the world that people had bumper stickers about them....
In my perfect world, it wouldn't be the president's wife who was a librarian; it would be the president.
People would be so busy reading that they would not have time to commit crimes. Police stations and jails and prisons would all be converted into libraries.
People would get tattoos of their favorite books.
A statue to our town's most famous author, Bill Crider, a person who can create brilliant dialogue and clever characters, would be erected in place of the statue to our town's most famous athlete, Nolan Ryan, a nice person who apparently was very good at throwing things.
Every workplace would have a thirty minute paid reading time during the work day.
People would go on vacation to spots with great bookstores.
Conversations around the water cooler would center on the latest and best books.
Harper and Hemingway would become common names for new babies.
Fun weekend events would be to go to book festivals and author signings.
As people became more and more well read, they would decide to ban all wars. Instead, they would have worldwide book discussion groups. When a conflict would arise, people would meet together and decide on a book to read and discuss instead of fighting.
Ahhh, my perfect world.