And with this entry, we leave the 1980s.
The 80s were a tough time for me.
As recounted in the entries associated with these stories, the decade was rough. The early years brought my parent’s divorce.
My mother’s remarriage, my father’s remarriage, time between the two parents. Entrance into high school and all the positive and negative associations one can draw from that “developmental” period in life.
I can honestly say that I am happy to leave that decade behind. In the 90s, my life started over and the days that I wish to remember are countless.
Let’s review my time with the BASS from 1989.
So, I seem to have broken my previous record of sloth and it has taken me:
7 months and 12 days
One story and post every 11.2 days
13 stories by men and 7 by women
Four of the 20 from the New Yorker
There were some real stand-outs in this collection. Stories that will stick with me for some time. , , , and .
And there we have it. 224 days ago when I posted about BASS 1989, I I wrote that I had been carrying the book around for weeks. I did before reading it and I I have after finishing it. Let’s get on with 1990.