For a dyslexic, I have an extraordinary relationship with reading. Although when I say "reading," I fudge a bit. I usually have an unabridged recorded book going in my car. I have another audio book in an MP3 player during my walks. I also have two to three "real" books going at once for evenings, weekends and travel time. I pick one or another up according to mood.
I probably complete five books a month. My wife, Nancy, recently confronted me with a tough question: "What are you ...
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