I would love to go to a luxury resort where instead of golf and tennis courts, there is a gorgeous library with crackling fires and comfiest chairs and servers bring you hot chocolate drinks along with rum and donuts while you read all day long.

The sadness of not reading peopleś journals is you miss something.  The sadness of not reading a personś book is you miss something else.

The real question is? Is or are the tales true?  This gets into math and probability and some deep thoughts.  

Meaning?  Well, if the journal and book does not peek your interest into time travel and adventure what will?

Today for example I spoke with what Louis Lamore wrote about the extraordinary book thief of China or Hong Kong.  Meaning?  The ole gentleman has something like 500 college textbooks and a variety  of other reading materials.

Variety?  Sure I knew him say 20 25 years now and his collection of books was wild. And well he went blind ish some years ago but still collects books. How or why?  

He was my little brother.  He was a Vietnam vet served  three tours in Vietnam.  Around 75 or 77 now.  

His last request is for me to find a home for his books.  Sadness. He is a friend and brother but I have not the funds nor an idea for where to put such a library at this time in my travels.

Thus, I will do as I was asked but have not a clue as to the final end of this story.

And? Well, life is like that is it not?  We come for the adventure and stay to see what happens to the end of the story.  His story is near he says. I hope for him. I hope he finds God. 

The funniest part of Drakeś equation and Solomonś statement that everything under the sun has been done.  Means this is nothing but a film being rewound. And?  And I am still watching the movie called life I suppose.