Every Day’s the Fourth of July
First published late winter of 2014, reblogged late July 2016. Seems like light years. Enjoy.
The entire summer of 1979 is just one scant page in the journal, with only three unenlightening entries:
Monday, June 4 “And they end up wounded, and not even dead, down in Jungleland…” Springsteen … the heady rivalry of would-be friends …
July 24 Bought Going For The One back
August 3, Friday Talked with Mr. Fordahl concerning insurance bill…
The page opposite, an entry for Wednesday, May 30, isn’t helpful either. Seems spring quarter at the university had turned my brain to jelly. “—I am still alive. After a terribly stark weekend; what is living if it is practiced in groove with one’s peers?” Some doodles wrap it up, and a weather report: “—To-day is extremely hot & humid out. I cannot bear the abandon—solicitude…”
Google reveals the temperature that week did hit 82°F with a dew point of 66, but that Wednesday only topped out at 75°F…
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Completely in the Dark 