The short nature of a blog entry is a discipline, a cousin to poetry: you try to say more by writing less.
I'm mining my journals for memories. What I find are entries of one sentence, maybe two sentences, sometimes just a person's name - and as with a whiff of a long forgotten scent, a flood of memories will flow. With the distance of years I see these events in a new light: hopefully, the wisdom that only time can provide. For each job, I try to extract the kernel of truth.
Here's what I wrote on December 31, 2010, when I launched the blog:
Most of the jobs begin like a blind date. What's different is that you try not to get screwed. You meet people. They have problems; you try to help. You work hard. Stuff happens. You live by your wits. Sometimes, you do things that make you proud. Sometimes, you make a friend.
Since 1976 I've worked small jobs in the construction trades: carpenter, plumber, electrician. Some jobs last an hour. Some take months. That's a lot of blind dates. And all the time, I was keeping a journal. For the next year I'm going to remember some of the people, the problems, the craft, the joy and sorrow, day by day.