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
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