I have to agree with my fellow bloggers, I am very pleased that E.B. White's "One Man's Meat" was chosen to read this month. Beyond the reading the essays, I even enjoy staring at the cover photograph of the book, the simplicity of the stark black and white photo fascinates me. My eye is drawn to the light on White's typewriter, white hair and the window framed view of the water. The essays contained in the book are just as stark in their simplicity. Oh, but are they?

I was surprised after reading the first few essays. I wasn't expecting to connect with them at all, but I did. I find after reading a few more essays, I want to learn more about the man himself. I can relate to the stories White tells us. Don't you worry about the kids getting to school on time, the dog making messes in the house and wondering what's cooking for dinner?
We worry about the everyday things while the world with its larger worries whirls around us just outside.

And boy, would I like to join Angie's discussion with White to hear his feelings on Twitter and the darkness of radio. Funny though, I think of the age of radio as a time of innocence and wonder. I grew up with black and white TV. When I learned to type in high school, it was in a room of type writers in neat rows of seven. Those who really wanted to increase their typing speed always got to class early, to nab one of the three electric typewriters in the back. And the war in Vietnam was what whirled outside our suburban home.

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