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.
It's a trip looking through old journals. I'm always amazed by how much I've forgotten about my past, and by how much I've learned since then. Definitely good for the ego (if one can get over one's past dorkitude!).
Ooh, do post your old entries (but only if you really want to). I started reading you in 2001. Wow!