Earlier I wrote about books I was reading or going to read along this make-believe trip around the Mediterranean. I should probably begin to log my progress.
The convenience: at one time I owned more than 5,000 of those vinyl albums. At one time or another the total, 10,000 would be a close approximation. I own none now. Precisely zero. Gave them all away. They took up so much room. But I have begun to buy books again. Paper books.