Cleaning out the garage I came across of a few of my old journals, one of which is circa-1978, the year I graduated from college and another from the early-to-mid 90's which mostly consisted of random lists and thoughts, sort of a blog before there were blogs.

Here are a few of the entries:

"If someone says something that's really deep, but it's over my head, how low must I be?

 - Me to Fred Chapin 2-28-1993

Love not Hate

Sailboats not Motorboats

Sneakers not Shoes

Baseball not Football

Watercolors not Oils

Democrat not Republican

Listening not Talking

Icing not Cake

"It's raining now. I love the sound of rain. It is its own song."

 - my "friend" Charlotte in a January 1993 letter to me from New Mexico