National 43-571
New post is on hold due to imminent move & major life changes. So here’s a post about going down a blind alley and finding a way out in the end…
—Was scrawled in pencil on the Wilson Jones daily planner page for Wednesday, June 10, 1981.
Two days before, I’d written a complete entry in blue-black fountain pen. It begins: “Summer life—led in ‘quiet desperation.’”
Back in the fold of the Family Project, I was living at the new farm in Minnetrista, Minn., and just shy of a sheepskin after two years of community college.
It must’ve been something of a readjustment.
Monday, June 8, was “a slow, cloudy day.” I borrowed the family car and drove out to Excelsior where “I applied for a job at the Minnetonka Sailor Newspapers.” It didn’t look good: “…they can’t hire until the end of summer.”
Having not showered for the day and hungry, I then “drove out to the PDQ to look for a quart of milk, a can of Coke & a quick meatball…
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