Paula, Kim Kanye, Edward and Putin, I am sick of you. I’m sick of hearing about you, viewing your pictures and listening to the talking heads regurgitate your idiocies and criminal acts. We’re through! As a member of a civilized society I will worry about losing what little sanity I have left by way of a comfy book store that offers the mind a respectable respite and the soul a place to dream. I’m going to spend a couple of hours sitting at my favorite B & N perusing the crisp pages of promise. No doubt, the privilege won’t be here forever.