As a part-time writer and full-time reader, it should probably go without saying that I love words. Words are like facial expressions--intended to reveal certain thoughts or emotions while masking others. Invariably, both give away more than they were meant to--if the audience is looking for them--thus exposing the person beneath that they don't want the world to see.
I suppose that the base curiosity that fuels gossip rag sales is similar to this, but I find no value in the lurid affairs of celebrities in present context. Granted, I would love to read solidly researched biographies of Frank Sinatra and Muhammad Ali, with transgressions and all, because of the historical cultural importance of the men--within the context of their respective times and with complementary information that informs the reader. But the 'look how the rich/famous/mighty have fallen' tabloid material means nothing to me. (Perhaps that comes off as a rationalization, but that's my story and I'm sticking to it.)
Consequently, private missives between intimate friends can be frank and most revealing into the characters of the writer and his relationship with the addressee. So when my friend Liz shared this website in her on her blog, I was hooked. (She shared this letter from Kerouac about Burroughs--wow.)
My JfFF's tend to be odd videos or funny tidbits, but I thought I'd share this just in case you liked this sort of thing too.
Have a good weekend!