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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Monday, October 8, 2018

My Generation, F. Scott Fitzgerald


October 8, 1968  (I was 23)

My Generation, F. Scott Fitzgerald 
Quotes taken from an article in Esquire, Oct. 1968

“Jingo was  the lingo.”

“We were born to power and intense nationalism.  We did not have
to stand up in a movie house and recite a child’s pledge to the flag
to be aware of it.  We were a race that could potentially lick ten
of any genus.”

“We are these men…[who]…found themselves singing, ‘We’re In The
Army Now.’  Their first discovery of 1919 was that nobody cared.”

“The capacity of this generation has run very thin.  The war, the
peace, the boom, the Depression, the shadow of the new war
scarcely  correspond to the idea of Manifest Destiny.”

“By and large I grant them…[the next generation]…a grace we do
not have, and for all we know the Messiah may be among them.  But
we are something else again.”

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