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Wish I could say something about love, lust, marriage, jealousy and divorce. Boy, have I made a royal mess of these. I think my major problem has always been to reconcile my desire for a “true love” with a more universal kind of feeling. They are both so different.
By Nyle FrankJune 1974To obtain unemployment insurance in Chapel Hill go to the Employment Security Commission office in the basement of the Franklin Street Post Office.
By Joy HewittFebruary 1974The lady at the local grocery says she works seven days a week. “I love it,” she says. “Nothing to do at home but watch TV.”
By JudithFebruary 1974Let me always turn my back on security. For it is the fearful uncertainty of my life that gives me strength.
By Kip BakerFebruary 1974The Chapel Hill Board of Aldermen have once again put off taking a stand on the controversial street vending issue, at least until next month.
By Joy HewittFebruary 1974“Yesterday, I mailed off my application for the federal service entrance exam. After four years of seeking an alternative to the system, the possibility of a nine thousand dollar a year job working for the Environmental Protection Agency is almost appealing.”
By Joy HewittFebruary 1974For three days last year I planted small trees and shrubs along Interstate 85 for $3 an hour. Mindlessness, talentless and eternal boredom became the key words filtering through my consciousness, as all sense of self expression and sensitivity took a back seat to survival.
By Stephen MartinFebruary 1974More jobs in the last year than I can remember, and so little sense, through it all, of any purposeful endeavor, of meaningful labor, of real work.
By Sy SafranskyFebruary 1974A cloudy, dreary day, sick with a cold, yet I want to mark the day, the year, to settle old accounts and begin something anew. It is what I am always up to, and I see how foolish it is, and how necessary.
By Sy SafranskyJanuary 1974Big cities may shrink to more manageable proportions because of the fuel pinch, some regional planners believe.
By AnonymousJanuary 1974Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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