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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Saturday, April 2, 2022

The principal walked through the open air patio

 

April 2, 1969  (I was 24)

 

The principal walked through the open air patio

in a junior high-school whose architecture will be

remembered in ages hence as a representational type,

mid 20th century public education plant, California-

Ranch.  As was his custom whenever he walked across

campus to the Men’s Room or to the teachers’ lunch

room for a coke, he picked up bits of litter from the

walk, from the planters, and deposited the refuse into

a waste container.  This particular day he saw a

cigarette butt between the teachers’ room

and the boys’ lavatory.  He thought about it, and when

he returned to the office he told his secretary to include

a notice in the daily bulletin headed Teachers Only:

Please be careful when disposing of your cigarette ends,

so students will not see them discarded on the campus

grounds.  No other perpetrator occurred to him. 

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