Journal 2024



This more or less is a daily account of the year, including poetry journal entries, daily journal and whatever else I can come up with each day when I wake up.

Ho hum New Years January 1, 2024

Poetry Journal Jan. 1, 2024

A pillow case of his own January 2, 2024

A face I can't forget Jan. 2. 2024

Snow by Christmas? Jan 3, 2024

Weathering the storm January 5, 2023

The ghost of Christmas past January 6, 2024

Poetry Journal Jan. 7, 2024

Witch doctors of weather Jan. 9, 2024

When god closes a door, He opens a window Jan. 10, 2024

Wisdom of the ages Jan. 10, 2024

A closed door Jan. 10, 2024

Sears as a dinosaur Jan. 11, 2024

Wishful thinking Jan. 11, 2024

Poetry Journal Jan. 11, 2024

This way or that Jan. 12, 2024

Poetry Journal Jan. 12, 2024

The Emerald City Jan. 13, 2024

Poetry Journal Jan. 14, 2024

They say there will be snow on Tuesday Jan. 15, 2024

Poetry Journal Jan 15, 2024

First snow Jan. 16, 2024

Poetry Journal January 16, 2024

A winter’s day Jan. 17, 2024

Poetry Journal Jan. 17, 2024

Poetry Journal January 17, 2024

Poetry Journal January 18, 2024

Will not fade away Jan. 19, 2024

Twenty First Century Man Jan. 22, 2024

Poetry Journal January 25, 2024

Undependable public transportation? Jan. 26, 2024

Back to the Wick Jan. 27, 2024

Poetry Journal January 28, 2024

That’s life January 30, 2024

A cold rain is going to fall Feb. 3, 2024

Returning home? Monday, February 12, 2024

Poetry Journal Feb. 12. 2024

Good bye for now Feb. 13, 2024

Wake up already!!!! February 13, 2024

Poetry Journal Feb. 18, 2024

Poetry Journal Feb. 19, 2024

Poetry Journal February 21, 2024

Poetry Journal Feb. 22, 2024

28 miles March 23, 2024

Poetry Journal February 23, 2024

Poetry Journal Feb. 24, 2024

Déjà vu April 1, 2024

Poetry Journal April 1, 2024

Not good enough for jury duty – at last April 3, 2024

Hit me again April 4, 2024

Poetry Journal April 6, 2024

Silhouette April 7, 2024

Never again forget April 8, 2024

Poetry Journal April 8, 2024

Eclipse 2024 April 9, 2024

Poetry Journal April 9, 2024

Poetry Journal – April 10, 2024

Mob widow stories April 10, 2024

A novel approach April 11, 2024

The in-between Poetry Journal April 11, 2024

Going back to Asbury Park April 12, 2024

Missing it. Poetry Journal April 12, 2024

A Wick full of memories April 13, 2024

Looking back April 13, 2024

Paper radicals April 14, 2024

Unavoidable April 15, 2024

The tax man cometh April 15, 2024

Bumbling through it all April 16, 2024

Flashback and ahead April 16, 2024

Taking the train there and back April 17, 2024

Dumb and dumber on Columbia U April 18, 2024

An enemy of an enemy is not always our friend April 18, 2024

It’s the end of Asbury Park as we knew it. April 19, 2024 

Clicking April 19, 2024

Remains the same April 20, 2024

Earth Day is a day of doom April 22, 2024

The same river April 22, 2024

To go or stop that is the question April 24, 2024

Back in the saddle April 28, 2024

Tuck returns to the wild April 29, 2024

no, May is the cruelest month April 30, 2024

Yes, no, maybe? May 1, 2024

A dangling conversation? May 1, 2024

A quaint place on a quiet street May 2, 2024

I should live so long -- May 3, 2024

Count down to my birthday May 3, 2024

So much yet to post May 4, 2024

Tuck returns May 4, 2024

Clinging to the reins May 6, 2024

Rainy days and Sundays May 6, 2024

Going back May 8, 2024

More than just two cats in the yard May 9, 2024

A walk in the park May 10, 2024

Revamping my blog once again May 11, 2024

back to the rock and roll life May 12, 2024

I hear it’s your birthday May 12, 2024

Back to the shop May 13, 2024

Woodstock trip put off until June May 14, 2024

The lips I miss to kiss March 15, 2024

Still going, but not for long May 15, 2024

How the band got started May 16. 2024

New trees where the old trees were May 18, 2024

The problem with erotica May 21, 2024

Back again May 23, 2024

Almost cut my hair? May 25, 2024

Legalized dream machine May 26, 2024

Spilling my guts out May 27, 2024

The pain goes deeper May 28, 2024

On the ruins May 28, 2024

I don’t recall May 29, 2024

The dream she June 4, 2024

memories of a bank robber June 13, 2024

Hit me June 15, 2024

What is and what can never be July 1, 2024

Steering her own yacht July 1, 2024

Getting ready for the dolphins again July 2, 2024

Dolphins are angels July 2, 2024

Celebrating the Fourth July 3, 2024

Fireworks from where Hamilton got shot July 5, 2024

Mixed messages again july 23, 2024

waking up to smell the roses july 21, 2024


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