Looking back at these old journals, I don't even remember a lot of things I wrote about in them. I am not the same person as I was then. Cliff used to tell me, "I've had several different wives," (all of them were me, by the way) "and I'm just waiting for the sex maniac wife to show up." I treasure those journals for the memories they hold, but I plan to destroy them eventually. On the far left in this picture, the newspaper article taped in the journal is my mother-in-law's obituary. The paper you see sticking out at the top of the same journal is a picture my grandson drew of me when he was five or six years old.