The Diary Project: 3

Continuing to pull random diary volumes from the pile…

This one is a plain loose-leaf notebook, spanning dates between September 1974 through January 1975.

I was 22 years old.

Living on Colby Street (technically in Oakland, not Berkeley, though Berkeley and Oakland are contiguous.) Three houses down the block from George, my Texas millionaire (whom I had yet to meet) and right around the corner from Jessica Mitford (whom I had also yet to meet.)

I wrote in pencil, and at this nearly 50-year remove, much of the writing in this volume is barely legible. But interestingly, the handwriting itself is much, much neater than it would become 15 years later.



As many of the misspellings, mispunctuations, and stylistic peculiarities—ampersands instead of “and”—as possible have been left unchanged.

Gotta say: It's probably very boring to anyone but me-e-eeee. Hence the cut.

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