The Old Journals
I have annual books filled with my daily activities back to 1973. 50 years of notes that document my days. As Sam once told me: “We aren’t going to be left wondering what you were thinking, ever, because you wrote everything down.” Yet, I opened the suitcase where I have stored all the journals and it crossed my mind to just get rid of them. Why am I holding onto them? No one will ever want to read what I did with my day back in 1989. It’s funny though because every once in a while, we will have a debate on when something happened.“I can look it up,” I’ve mentioned more than once. But now? There isn’t much of a reason to look back on my days. I know where the idea came from… …back in the 4th grade I was looking ahead. “If I write things down now, when I’m an old man I’ll have material to write a book about my life.” It was a real thought and I was disciplined in writing each day’s recap… …for 50 years! Still, here we are at the end of the year, and I don’t have to worry about that book