Note to recorder:
Haruki Murakami's novel
When the elephant disappeared from our town's elephant house, I read about it in the newspaper. My alarm clock woke me that day, as always, at 6:12. I went to the kitchen, made coffee and toast, turned on the radio, spread the paper out on the kitchen table, and proceeded to munch and read. I'm one of those people who read the paper from beginning to end, in order, so it took me a while to get to the article about the vanishing elephant. The front page was filled with stories of SDI and the trade friction with America, after which I plowed through the national news, international politics, economics letters to the editor, book reviews, real-estate ads, spots report, and finally, the regional news.
Hi, vivaciousjewel,
Thank you so much for helping me. I'm going to listen to this over.