February 22, 2010
When I was a school-kid (cue grainy black-and-white newsreel complete with swing music and images of Amelia Earhart and the Lindbergh baby clinking champagne glasses with the original Mickey Mouse), we turned in handwritten book reports contained within construction paper covers, fastened with thick yarn or brass fasteners, and we deliberated over whether we would use glitter and glue (sniff it first!) or Magic Marker (ditto!) for the title. No doubt kids today hand in much more sophisticated stuff, typed on laptops and printed out on professional-grade printers, free of the shadows of erased pencil and glue fumes. A shame.