Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Every Picture Tells a Story

Way back in 1977 I bought a hardbound book with blank 8.5" x 11" pages. It had a black, textured cover and I had decided from that day onward for the rest of my life, I would make daily entries therein to my "journal."

I gave my journal a name: Every Picture Tells a Story, after the title song from the 1971 album of the same name by Rod Stewart.

Funny thing, I had hardly any pictures in it. I was inspired by the grand globetrotting nature of that song and I fantasized my own grand adventures, set forth on the pages of my journal. And that was the reason for the name.

This "journal" was also based on the trait possessed by Billy Pilgrim the main character in Kurt Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse Five. He would become "unstuck" in time. That is, he found himself traveling past and present, here and there, and that is what I wrote in my first entry that I would do in my journal: jump around and write about whatever came to my mind at the time.

I was fabulously prolific in the beginning, having much personal history to document in those pages and seemingly not sufficient time to capture it all. Eventually I caught up to the present day at which time the pace slowed.

And like so many bursts of initial enthusiasm, soon the pace slowed to a crawl, each day a recount of the mundane. Nevertheless I faithfully continued my daily entries.

Let's see.. I would say I made daily entries from August of 1977 until sometime in 1979 or perhaps 1980. Then my entries became more sporadic until I began to marvel at how long it had been since my previous writing.

Then one day something happened and I made an impulsive decision to rid myself of these chronicles of a good part of my life. By that time I was up to 5 volumes. And unceremoniously into the trash can they went.

I don't even remember exactly why I did that but I regret doing so. Never get rid of pictures, writings, etc., because one day you'll regret it.
Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and for the rest of your life. You have to preserve your Casablancas.

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