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, March 9, 2022

It's a dangerous country when you go out there

 

March 9, 2021  (I was 76)

 

It's a dangerous country when you go out there

be sure you know who you're talking to

Just because you once were friends

doesn't mean you know how the story ends

 

It's a dangerous country when you take the dare

don't stir the stew like you used to

Just because you know where the river bends

doesn't mean you know where this story ends

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