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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Wednesday, July 28, 2021

I was on the football team in high school

 

July 28, 2013  (I was 68)

 

I was on the football team in high school

I weighed one hundred twenty-seven

I was on the bowling team

carried an average of one twenty-seven

I was on the golf team

until I shot a 127

played centerfield in American Legion Baseball

hit .127 but fielded better than that

Once I hit a double but tripped over second base

I was a sub on the basketball team

We were losing to Coleraine by thirty-five

Coach put me in with 1:27 on the clock

I quit the next day told the coach

it was taking up too much of my time

I skated very well and liked hockey

but we didn’t have a hockey club

I learned all the strokes in a pool in California

but in Minnesota we had no swim team

So in college I majored in physical education

until I got good grades in English

and took up skiing by myself

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