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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Thursday, October 14, 2021

It’s the season

 

October 14, 1973  (I was 28)

 

It’s the season

Such an arrangement

Each week the same

every night a football game

or sports page to examine

rules scores and end zones

It’s all timed with commercials between

It keeps a man at peak efficiency

moving along with the game plan

Minor injuries are sustained without notice

Chronic aches are a part of the competition

The champion forgets fatigue

forgets injury and he functions

Sit back and relax

You’re in good hands Where the rubber grips the road

Fly the friendly skies

It’s the water from the mountain streams

and it’s football

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