My Own Walden

A few years ago, I had a co-worker who was forever being reprimanded for reading on the job. As his customers clamored for their Vegetable Alfredo's and Pork Cutlet's, he hid in the waiter's lounge squinting at a tiny copy of Henry David Thoreau's book, Walden. Although Eric was continually warned, the manager never took the book away from him adding, "I've read it twice." "Twice," Eric echoed in awe. Always one for a challenge, I bought a copy of Walden and joined Eric in his rogue reading sessions, helping fulfill Thoreau's prophecy that readers would "come to this page to spend borrowed or ...