Monthly Archives: December 2020

Journal Entry December 29, 1977

December 29, 2020 – 10:58 am

1977 is almost finished. I was sitting with Georg at One-Fifth. His teen queen had just walked out on him. He raised his glass and said, “Here’s to 1978.” We clinked glasses and he added, “We haven’t fucked up a single of day of 1978.” “Not yet, and it won’t take long.” After finishing our […]

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Journal Entry December 28, 1977

December 28, 2020 – 7:32 pm

This afternoon I stopped into Dojo’s on St. Marks Place for a coffee. The waitress is Jaci, who has ignored my for months, but when I raised a finger for my check, the long-haired brunette said, “My boss isn’t here, so there’s no charge.” “If I had known that I would have ordered lunch.” I […]

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$2000 Covid Benefit Vote

December 28, 2020 – 6:40 pm

Last week Congress had passed a Covid-19 Relief Bill granting $600 to needy Americans. FDTrump rejected this bill and said that the 5500 pages contained too much pork and citizens deserved $2000. The Democrats accepted his offer, however the GOP thought that giving away money might ruin the old Puritan work ethic. At this very […]

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Batten Kill Railroad

December 28, 2020 – 2:31 pm

Greenwich, New York is a small village north of Troy. The farming community lays atop a ridge east the the Hudson River and the traffic along Route 29 are mostly logging trucks and pick-ups. A rebel flag hung for the house next to the fire station. This was Trump Country, even though the village had […]

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Journal Entry December 27, 1977

December 27, 2020 – 10:24 pm

After midnight I left Diana and hitchhiked to Milton. I refused two men wanting sex. I walked across the Blue Hills in the dead of night and arrived in my suburban neighborhood after 2am. Only my parents’ bedroom light shone on our street. I crept upstairs to my mother’s bedroom. My father was snoring hard […]

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