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, July 7, 2022

from the school to his house

 

July 7, 1976  (I was 31)

        

    from the school to his house

My wife and I

On the Fourth of July

walked the lawns of Hibbing High

 

And read its plaques

commemorating wars for the ball of wax

then walked up 7th Ave. past Blessed Sac.

 

We hit 25th I think we were smilin’

about the store clerk who corrected me

and showed me their one album by Dy-lan.

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