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, September 6, 2021

Another from the Dream Records

 

September 6, 1991  (I was 46)

 

             Another from the Dream Records

         Nathan, Lauren Cheryl and I have an apartment on

the second floor mezzanine level of Space Mountain in

Disneyland.  It’s small and rather old, but we think it’s

perfect enough to be wondering if it will be available for

our vacation next year.  The line for the attraction passes
in front of the living room windows and our front door. 

Park visitors comment in surprise that the apartment

exists, and “Wow, people live right here!”  Cheryl and I

obviously teach in Disneyland, perhaps at a school for

employee’s kids.  I take Nate and Lauren to a library

located near the Main Street hub.  I do some research,

and students are studying there as Nathan and Lauren

browse for books.  I wake up.

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