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10/14/2004: "Reading the Past"

The first interesting thing about Rummage Roundup is how different it was from Telegram. It was a straightforward narrative of events, an honest-to-goodness diary. This was a deliberate decision I made at the time -- I wanted to have a record of what had happened every day. Even so, it's hard for me to decipher, with so many J's and K's and S's wandering in and out of the story. It's only been a year and yet the description of the event doesn't prompt memory to fill in the blanks sufficiently. Now, looking behind the story at the life I was leading then, the thoughts I was thinking and the hopes and desires I was sustaining: I continue to overlook the richness and variety of my life and its many relationships when I focus too much on one which is stagnant and disappointing. Time's winged chariot races on: we were unaware of Frank's illness in October, and he was dead by July. With that, the new growth of the spring was pruned back and hasn't been restored.