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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Tuesday, June 22, 2021

Yosemite Valley

 

June 22, 2004  (I was 59)

 

Yosemite Valley

Entering the valley down highway 120

upon reaching the floor and the Merced River

Dylan sang Forever Young

in both versions from Planet Waves

We stopped at the chapel

Where our small marriage began to grow

twenty-five years ago 

I left the car windows open

We entered the building

wept smiling         

and reaffirmed a vow

that needed only eye contact and hands squeezed

We found another couple

to take our picture on the chapel steps

where the view of Yosemite Falls

is a natural reminder

of the power and fragility of permanence

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