I kept a journal once in my life. I don’t recall if someone talked me into it or if I decided on my own. I was sixteen years old and went on an adventure. I traveled two days by banana boat from Colon, Panama to an island called Rio Tigre, one of the San Blas Islands off the coast of Panama. I was the first non native permitted to stay on the island overnight. Twelve Cuna Indian chiefs had to approve my stay. I was there for a couple of weeks and fortunately I have a written record of it, along with super eight video, some Molas, clay necklaces, and a pan flute like instrument.
I have on occasion contemplated starting a journal, not because I think I have anything profound to say, but because someone who comes after me may find it helpful or maybe even interesting. In conversations with friends, usually after I have gone on about some event I was a participant in (war stories); I have been urged to write my stories down. When my sons visited for Christmas 2008 they suggested that I write in a blog so that I could pass on wine tips for them and a few of their friends. I figure they have been discussing this for some time, and that the real purpose in my blogging would be to stave off “Denny Crane’s Mad Cow Disease”.
Well, let’s see how it goes.
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