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Jan 04

New Year’s Eve at Kenneth & Elaine’s

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A great evening with plenty of food and drink.

More later…including names but no addresses or phone #’s.

Oct 24

Tracy Chapman

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I am sitting here listening to her new album, Where You Live. She has always been great, but I haven’t bothered to listen to her in years.

And if it wasn’t for iTunes email I wouldn’t have found this album.

I should have been listening.

She is magnificent. A fucking treasure.

Buy this album. You won’t regret it.

After that, buy all her albums.

Apr 07

High school Graduation day

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I graduated, well, I was supposed to graduate, on June 6th 1955. I say “supposed to” because I chose to ditch school that day which resulted in Mr. Ryan, my English and speech teacher, holding back my diploma until I completed the class speech.

So I went to graduation, did the walk through, and then with Monte and others, drove up to Doug Wedel’s parent’s cabin, which was somewhere in Squaw Valley, or Dunlap, or Pinehurst (who knows?) where we had a keg of beer, but no food (who needs food when you’re young), that we proceeded to drink. About all I remember clearly from that night is breaking into the cabin (Doug couldn’t come because he told his parents what we were about, which stopped him from coming, though he, and they didn’t know we would show up without him; which we did), Jim Reed losing his flashlight in a creek and walking in the water shouting “My beam; my beam,” and Les Jorgensen deciding we all had enough and dumping the keg.

Monte then drove us home and on the way Bob Pazin decided to puke out a closed window which didn’t work and smelled worse.

The next day I stumbled to school and, somewhat hungover, gave the “speech” to Mr. Ryan and got my all important diploma. That was the last time I saw Mr. Ryan and I am sorry about that. He was a fine teacher who, for some reason known only to him, put up with my shit. I wish at some point I had looked him up and thanked him, but I didn’t and I suspect that now is way too late.

In order to really enjoy a dog, one doesn't merely try to train him to be semihuman. The point of it is to open oneself to the possibility of becoming partly a dog. - Edward Hoagland




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