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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Wednesday, April 3, 2019

Whenever we travel in the United States


April 3, 2012  (I was 67)

Whenever we travel in the United States
we are immigrants in our own land
The gentleman from Carolina is a cracker in Connecticut
The mine super with a lake estate in Minnesota
just a Bohunk rube in Las Vegas
That hick in the big hat in L.A.
runs 15,000 head out of West Texas
The respected Elder of SLC
is a moronic cult angel in Georgia
The suit that hails a cab in Manhattan
couldn’t get his ass on an ass in Arizona
Bully mayor of Tinytown tiptoes
his squeaky shoes out of Congress in Washington D.C.
Takes awhile to learn the language wherever you are
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