There were a good 2,000 people in the park today, I mean, at Dolores Beach. We gave the new picnic basket a whirl. There are these brothers on my street who started selling creme brulettes out of their garage. I am thinking of opening a lemonade stand.

carl & sue

have come to town! Today mom kept calling, "I just want cheap ethnic food, give me cheap ethnic food!" So I reminded her that white people are also and ethnicity, and hooked her up with some killer, cheap Vietnamese. Mom told me today about how after three months of pestering she got Dad to remove several boxes of junk from the attic. But, as Dad would counter, not all of it was junk: among it was this little gem.

"My Diary."

It had two entries. The first, on the title page, was the key to a "secret," unnamed language, invented of course by me. It has 27 characters, because it appears I decided that the letter 'O' needed to be represented twice by two different symbols. While creating a language was industrious, it seems I was not so bright. I did not realize that if I write put the key in an obvious place the language, is no longer secret. Luckily, I never relied on this language to protect my secrets. The only other entry is written in English:

fri. sept. 25, 1992

Dear kitty,

It is a warm summer afternoon, i'me liking up in the attic let me tell you a little about my self I am nine and I live in dartmouth I'm a little tall for my age and have brownish red hair. and I'me writing to you cause I need to tell some one. from Jill