August 1 st

15C this am high cloud.
To club at 7:50 yesterday, all day there at Co-Op tournament. I lost one, won one as did M's team. Home at 4:30.

  I was still tough, I was only forty, I figured there was no reason why I couldn’t work but what was I going to do?

  Well I’d been a logger once, why not again? I soon found out that even logging had vastly changed in twenty years. I found work doing kids starting jobs but even those young guys were more adaptable than me. I remember one time Violet and John stopped by to visit, it was just after I got a night watchman’s job and I was having a few drinks before I had to go to work. God they said I should move to Canada and live with them for awhile. It was a nice offer, maybe I should have.

  A few weeks after their visit I got a letter at the flophouse where I stayed, would you believe it, it was from their son, my nephew.  I don’t know how he found so much to write about to someone he didn’t know as I hadn’t seen him since he was about three.

  Well believe it or not I wrote him back and then we kind of got in the habit of writing every once in a while. He also suggested I should go to Canada, said he was pretty sure he could find me a job.

  I never went to Canada, I lost my job and after a while I only seemed to care about anything when I got crying drunk. But when I woke up the next time the most important thing was, where was the next drink coming from.