January 25th, 2006

Half a century of enduring misery

Today, a friend brought me this heavily-annotated 1956 calendar. The calendar's owner seems to have treated as a diary, recording events after they happened, not jotting down reminders before.



About a third of the entries are boring, of the "Carole started swim lessons at Hollywood High", about a third are strange as hell ("Drunken Ritchie burn up a 20.00 plastic swim pool"), and about a third are just plain tragic. My favorite is the entry from August 29:



I don't know whether to scream laughter or sob uncontrollably. I DO know there's a story in this.