Why I Stopped Journaling Sometime over a decade ago I decided to open a Blogger account and start a website that would let my family know what was going on with me, they in Florida and Iraq, and me in Illinois. It was an innocuous collection of thoughts and photos - insanely shallow and forgettable. Motorcycle ride pics, garage party pics, maybe some silly text that would let my family, and a growing number of friends see what I was up to. It grew through the years to a kind of formal daily ritual complete with editorial essays, and frothy pronouncements ranging from housecleaning tips to world events. This last November or thereabouts I stopped, except for a few comments - let's call them cadaverous twitches. For the past year I focused, rightly or wrongly on an election I deemed essential to our future. I guess after all these years I finally found my flag-waving patriotism. It seemed all the more important, to me anyway, to u...
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