A person's tactile senses are so vital that they use them continuously as they feel and touch to verify tangibility. Our tactile senses give us a tangible connection to almost all of our daily life. For me, one satisfying daily tangible connection is my ritual morning reading of The Bradenton Herald.
Am I being too provincial when I despair at seeing so many news mediums forsaking paper for a computer screen? Am I being too parochial when I perceive reading a newspaper on an LCD screen to seem impersonal and clinical?
I understand the economic infeasibility of continuing a process involved with producing and physically delivering a printed newspaper that has an ever-increasing cost base. But that awareness does not console me.
I still want to hold my daily newspaper in one hand and my coffee in the other. I want the feel and smell of real newsprint on paper. I want to read my personal, real, tangible newspaper that was prepared and hand delivered to my house.
If you check a bookshelf at my house, you will find some great books written by great authors. My books are not stored somewhere in some virtual digital matrix of ones and zeros. They are nobly sitting there with tangible dignity in a graceful form that great writers deserve. Ready to be held and read with care and respect.
But alas, in this era of digital communication there is going to be no reprieve for the fast vanishing printed word. At this very moment I am clicking away on an electronic keyboard that is transferring my message in virtual state to my hard drive to be eventually delivered electronically to the Herald.
Fasten your seatbelts, folks, a tsunami of technology and science is forcefully sweeping us all down a raging "virtual word" river of no return.
Enjoy your "tangible newspapers" while you can and I don't know what you will eventually use to wrap your mullet or serve your fish and chips.
J. Larry Adams