I don’t write in a journal everyday, but I have accumulated many entries over the past 50+ years beginning in 1966. Some items evolved into longer works. Among the leftovers little pieces survived. I thought a collection of these with a piece culled from the same date in a past year would make an interesting yearbook. The consistencies and inconsistencies of mind, skipping back and forth across time, provide varied perspectives. It is difficult to remember the context of the past we’ve lived; we also make suppositions about times that predate ourselves.

The few alterations from original drafts were to improve clarity. The worst of my work is not included. There remains enough mediocrity and immaturity to make me feel humble and you feel smart. There are also moments of accidental insight and incidental humor.

Author Stephen Crane referred to his little pieces as pills…apparently they were small and somewhat hard to swallow, but good for you.


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Thursday, August 18, 2016

That man did not take a jet


August 18, 2010  (I was 65)

That man did not take a jet
     nor any slower vehicle of flight
He didn’t board a cruise ship
     or any thing else that floats
He didn’t ride the rails nor any kind of road
     never dreamed of leaving
     couldn’t read a map
     wouldn’t believe the traveler’s tale
     any more than he believed the wind
He cared not where the ground sank
     not where the mountain rose
     stopped drinking before the well went dry
     didn’t want a piece of the pie
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