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, May 13, 2019

Last night during innovative fireworks on San Francisco Bay


May 13,2007  (I was 62)

Last night during innovative fireworks on San Francisco Bay our party of 18 in a charter fishing trawler booked for the occasion, floated directly under the spectacle while KFOG wafted musical accompaniment over the boats.  Many gathered for the luminous event. I had never before seen fireworks carried aloft by miniature hot air balloons. They rose among other bursts showering downward. All was choreographed to fit the musical selections.  I hoped some young couple newly in love, was crossing the bridge to the city for the first time, while hearing Tony Bennett sing about losing his heart.  And the night sky burst golden sparkles continuously all around them in wondrous frivolity.
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