I recently tried to read a contemporary book written for 9-year old's and I didn't connect with it as much as I thought I could. So, I left it on my stoop for the taking. In other news, I really liked Star Wars: The Force Awakens because it connected to the 9-year old in me from 39-years ago. I guess nostalgia and the desire to lose myself in trite, somewhat predictable fantasy means I don't want those 2-hours and 17-minutes back. Instead, I'll just smile a genuine smile and feel tickled by it's core mythology and steep in the things about it that made me happy. Tomorrow, I'll try to find something I hate in pop-culture and publicly share my outrage. Stay tuned!