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 14, 2019

It’s the season


October 14, 1973  (I was 28)

It’s the season
Such an arrangement
Each week the same
every night a football game
or sports page to examine
rules scores and end zones
It’s all timed with commercials between
It keeps a man at peak efficiency
moving along with the game plan
Minor injuries are sustained without notice
Chronic aches are a part of the competition
The champion forgets fatigue
forgets injury and he functions
Sit back and relax
You’re in good hands Where the rubber grips the road
Fly the friendly skies
It’s the water from the mountain streams
and it’s football
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