Thursday, February 25 & Friday, February 26

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In 1993, I spent the year writing in a blank datebook from 1954. Now, in 2010, I'm posting each page on the web and writing about it. You may want to start at the beginning.

1954: February 25-26

Kirby Smith was the varsity baseball coach, and was retiring at the end of the school year. He loved the varsity baseball field like it was his child -- if he caught you screwing around on the field you were in deep trouble. So the idea of planting a memorial park in the middle of center field struck several of us as really funny.

The quote from Ted came at the end of a story about him falling asleep in the shower, standing up.

I don't know who Solomon is, but I don't think he was a West Side Story character; Riff and Anybodys were, though.

Adam G. was my best friend growing up in Lake Zurich; we met when we were 18 months old. After I moved to Barrington when we were 10, though, we started to lose touch. By high school his family had moved to Florida and we barely spoke. Oddly, I don't think I wrote his phone number there.

The secret writing says:

Jessica B____ smoked dope with Rob G____ tonight. I hope she doesn't make a habit of it. She's too free to let herself be pulled into a drug addiction. I love her too much. I worry for her.


I heard yesterday a rumor that Gaby and I are going out. I never thought anyone would think of that besides me. Maybe the rumor will become reality someday, someday soon.

Jessica was a dear friend who I initially had a crush on but became friends with. She was (and still is, I think) a talented painter. Rob was a good friend from the Rotators who I became less close to when he started getting into pot. I've never had a lot of respect for people who smoke marijuana, mostly because it's incredibly annoying to be around people who are stoned when you're sober. And while I know most people claim pot isn't addictive, I didn't know many potheads who didn't smoke up every chance they got back then, which seemed pretty similar to addiction to me.

I'm still not terribly fond of marijuana nor being around stoners. The latter is because they remain annoying to be around and I have little patience for people in altered states in general. The former is due to my discovery in college that I'm allergic to pot -- my sinuses close up and I feel like my skull is a couple inches thick, I get really sleepy and then have a hangover for two days afterward. Needless to say, I haven't gotten stoned since college.

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i have the same lack of patience for hanging around true pot heads. and despite many (MANY) people's numerous attempts to get me just doesn't do anything for me. i don't get happy or sad or mellow or hyper, it just has no effect. so why kill off those brain cells? i'd rather drink and at least get a buzz!

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