Completely in the Dark

“Hallelujah? Easter Sunday,” states the diary on March 26, 1978.

Then, bits of April, specifically: 2008, 2012 and … 2013.

I know. That last date hasn’t happened yet. How can I write about the future? I don’t know. But I’m willing to try.

You just gotta keep searching for those Easter eggs.

First, March 2008: No record of Easter Sunday. Mom and Dad are still in Florida. A week later, a Saturday, I’m waiting in for a friend who’s assisting with the possible sale of my condo. Hoping “to be closed and out of here early May,” I write, “so this hellhole is history and I can move on with my life.”

Sunday, March 26, 1978

“Drove to church alone this morning.” Just returned from Germany, I sat in the balcony with Mike Gottschalk and Doug Schwanke. I wanted to ask Kim to the senior prom—even as…