This week's Journal Past Blast entry is very short. It was written during my second year in college, possibly during the fall of 1987. It was meant to be the dedication I’d write for my first book. Well, my first book didn’t have a dedication, and I had nearly forgotten about two of the people mentioned here. Funny how the memory works – or whether how someone or a time so important to you way back when has been forgotten.
Dedicated to Maggie, my sister, who’s the light in my life;
To Barry, who’s the warmth in my heart;
And to Dave, who had gathered my senses.
I do remember them now, and especially how Dave had given me some calming advice when I was feeling very down and embarrassed about something I did that I thought would not make a difference.
Until next week, when I’ll post something more personal that takes a little gearing up to share.