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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Friday, June 21, 2019

In a plain envelope


June 21, 1969  (I was 24)

In a plain envelope I received
a ten-dollar bill  A note said
Here is ten dollars If you
don’t want it send it to some
one else  I suppose it was
from a rich person but I hope
a car mechanic sent it

I burned Veblen’s Theory of
the Leisure Class

The People’s Market opened
You get a punch card when
you buy your groceries  After
you spend $600 a family
of four is entitled to a
really fantastic meal in
their restaurant
Rampant socialism
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