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, June 21, 2021

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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