Steve is looking over his old journals. In some ways, I am envious of the fact that he has them. He can read what he was doing on March 12, 1986 (provided he wrote that day) and marvel over his dorkitude. I kid, of course. Or do I?
I kept a paper journal for a few years in high school. I don’t know what ever became of it. I sometimes I wish I had it now. I distinctly remember taping the first penny minted in 1987 that I came across that year. There were all kinds of things like that stuffed in there.
I don’t have that, but I do have online writing dating back to late June 2001. There are reasons why I don’t want to move it all over here, but I have come to a decision to upload some of that writing here. Rather than make you dig around, when/if I upload some thing old, I’ll alert you to it in a post, should you care to read.