Memory - Childhood

The first light and the first darkness: 1958 to 1971-72.

May 10, 2004
A Gong-Tormented Sea

All my life, as I've moved in an agonized trance among you, I've heard you say "Joel, you have to consider other people's feelings. You have to consider other people's feelings."

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May 05, 2004
10.5 and 200

This fanciful idea of California falling into the sea trumps the public interest over the reality of the flooding of our lowlands all over the world.

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March 13, 2004
How My Father Beat Me

I never lived with a man such as they show in movies.

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December 25, 2003
Christmas Past

When I was young, Christmas was a day on which we spent some time outside on the back lawn.

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December 17, 2003
Would You Trust This Man With Your Kids?

Sheriff John came on at the noon hour. You could draw a picture and send it to him. And he'd put it on the air and tell people that you'd drawn it.

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December 09, 2003
Hate the Parents

The theory I proposed was that two types of individuals came forward because of the publicity: those who actually suffered abuse and those who wanted the cachet of being a survivor

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August 29, 2003
An Evil Thing to Tell a Child

What evil things did your mother/father/brother/sister/other relation tell you?

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August 09, 2003
Melting like Gumby

The bright guy is still around, but he's moving around like Gumby. And Gumby's melting.

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August 08, 2003
Mr. Hobbs

We had a tortoise who my brother named Mr. Hobbs. Like the many Californians, we just picked up our pet when he happened to cross the road near Devil's Punchbowl.

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August 06, 2003
Two Short Essays on Vacations

Vacations, I told my father, weren't for work.

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August 04, 2003
A Monstrous Eight Year Old Boy

If only he hadn't hit me. Not just that day, but many times before that.

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July 29, 2003
Ammonia

I remember my first whiff of household ammonia.

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July 05, 2003
Cry Baby

At the beginning of 4th grade, my mother wondered who my teacher would be. "If it's Sister Annette again," I said, "I'm going to take out a gun and shoot her."

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June 22, 2003
The Letter B

Mom told me that the only thing she'd paid for was a report card of straight As: $10. I got one once in my senior year in college. She made excuses and I received nothing.

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April 30, 2003
Front Window

My bedroom window faced north, due north, towards the mountains. I could be certain of the directions because my town was founded by Mormons looking for an outlet to the sea for their theocratic democracy of Deseret.

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Broken Arm

That's the spot. That's where you fell. You broke your arm on the sidewalk. You must tell that to Mom or else we'll both be in trouble.

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April 19, 2003
Windmills and Tugboats

Mom liked to sneak up on me and spray me with one of the sample bottles. "Now you smell like a girl," she'd sneer. And I know that she secretly feared that I'd become one.

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April 15, 2003
Stop Signs

Someone went around my home town of San Bernardino, California, carrying a stencil and a can of silver spray paint in about 1970.

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March 25, 2003
The Question

"Daddy, did you kill anyone in the war?"

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December 02, 2002
Leonardo By the Numbers and Other Computer Memories

We looked back at Leonardo's model (I like the theory that it is Leonardo in drag) through the panel and looked towards the future through the same image.

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August 17, 2002
Beisboll Been Belly Belly Bad to Norton

Oh dear. I'm talking like a progressive again....how dare I attack the sacred cow of the so-called free market!

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July 28, 2002
To Sleep, Mischance to Dream

Dreams are a crazy salad of all kinds of things.

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