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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Sunday, September 13, 2020

My generation gave the country away

 

September 13, 2010  (I was 65)

 

My generation gave the country away

We sent the work to India and Brazil

at handsome profit for some

Expecting what?

All our kids to be off shore managers?

We put our parents’ bombs in the basement

and only used the littler ones

Allowed deception to be our business

and took greed as our birthright

Allowed myths to be our faith

Though there is but one god

we each have our own

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