Nice fallish day today.
Was up early to work on new story. Got the bones of it down, then went off to the gym for a workout.
Spent the afternoon talking to the boys (only one, actually, Matty), and shopping. In that order.
Been reading a book my buddy S passed along to me. 365 Days. Thought I’d run the gamut with stories about Vietnam, but there’s something about this one I can’t put down. It’s not as poetic as Herr’s book, or the books of Tim O’Brien, or even Phil Caputo, but man, it’s got the juice. Don’t know why, but reading it has made me embarrassed for John Steinbeck’s Dispatches from the War , which felt like a stylishly-written bit of fluff by a deluded old man.
Mid-way through Banditti of the Plains, too. Enjoying it quite a bit. A good companion to the Wyoming Cattle War book I read a while back. I can catch a glimpse of my grandfather between the lines now and again. Tough life those guys led. Tough and full of hardship.