This story begins with needing to get my walking done at the mall. I'm currently restricted from yard work (my preference for exercise) due to cataract surgery. Well, my walk lasted 5 minutes until I found myself browsing through the bookstore. As I meandered toward the back of the store, I overheard a conversation on the other side behind the rows of shelves. Apparently a mother, her young son (he sounded about 8 or 9), and a store clerk were discussing a book for her son to read. Mother: You have to find a book for your book report! Son: Hey, here's a good one. Mother: That's like a comic book made into a book. Son: Yeah! Mother: No, you can't read a comic book for a book report. This went on and on with the clerk recommending various books that might fulfill the requirement. Some assumptions became obvious. The boy did not have much experience with books. The mother was not too happy with the assignment of her child needing to find a book to read. And I kinda got the feeling they were attempting to find a certain amount of pages to match the requirement--of all the fantastic, marvelous books in the store to choose from, I mean, this store's kids' section takes up half the store, they could not find a suitable book. I made another assumption too. I'll bet they don't have a library card. Prior to my walk, I, myself, was at the library. I sat in the parking lot waiting to catch the news on the half hour. On the radio was a talk show discussing teachers and the education system and how teachers are failing society, etc., etc., etc. No, no, no! Teachers are doing a great job teaching kids how to read, but if the kids don't read, no teaching is going to rectify that. Meanwhile, Billy comes home from school and Mommy says, "What? You have to read a book? At home?" (Yes, how terrible. Perhaps Billy should be assigned to watch The Cartoon Network instead)!???!