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Diary: In October, 2003

Actually, for a moment of overlap… at the very end of September I vaccumed and finish cleaning out my house in Flint, met with the landlord and retrieved the deposit, and said goodbye to the 1600 block of Maryland Ave. I renewed my license, spent the night at my parents, and the next day my dad drove be down to Chicago.

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Diary: In October 1984.

I remember essentially nothing.

I was six years old and in 1st grade at the Valley School, in Gail’s class, and finally taking a few steps toward reading. Steps further into arithmetic. I would have been into dinosaurs, and drawing a lot of pictures of them, but I was also increasingly fascinated by space travel.

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Diary: In October, 1987.

In October, 1987.

I don’t remember anything about October, 1987, really.

Actually, I do think I can scare up at least one memory with some reliability:

I would (I believe) have been a Wolf Scout in Cub Scouts in Flushing. This means that this would have been the month where I fell victim to an overactive imagination and got scared by thoughts of the headless horseman at a pumpkin carving Cub Scout meeting.

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Diary: In September, 1983.

When going back this far, I have to fall back almost exclusively upon confirmed and memorized facts rather than actual memories. I’d just turned five years old. My brother had been recently born, and my sister was two. In either late August or early September, I started attending Valley School which was, at that time, located in Grand Blanc Township.

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Diary: Mini-Implosion.

By way of explanation.

I’ve only gotten about 10% done this week of what I’ve meant to have accomplished. I’ve been going to sleep at about eleven each night, my big accomplishment I think is watching Rome three times, I stood up friends for a hang-out at least once, and I’m behind in both reading and writing.

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In September, 2001.

This remeniscence would feel indulgent if it hadn’t been randomly determined and if I haven’t been posting these memory pieces for a couple years now. That is, I didn’t aim for this recollection, nor have I plunged right into it.

At the end of August, I finished up my last class at the University of Chicago.

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