My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
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Sunday, September 14, 2014
Being the Best
Those who play best work hardest at the game, noticing where they have been less successful and being more annoyed by the lapse. They are getting better scores, but having far less fun.
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