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, November 15, 2021

play

 

November 15, 1975  (I was 31)

 

                play

all the men organize themselves

along the line of scrimmage

something will happen soon

the diagrams have been made

the chalk has talked X ‘s and O’s

patterns and routes assigned

ball handlers designated

situations have been reviewed

huddles held

(offensive) and (defensive)

signals called options mentioned

deceptions implied formations set

each now alone hears everything and sees it all

knowledge awaits the snap

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