A million miles away, the Plimsouls. They are in the Valley Girl movie which I saw over 40 years ago. It’s a good song and it popped into my head as I walked from the big fruit stand to my desk at my fruit stand. The sun was beaming and I am always amazed at the sun being 93 million miles away and the rays of the sun are still so strong that I can feel it cook my skin.

I was told the other day I would more than likely be moving from the little fruit stand to the big fruit stand. It bummed me out, but I realized that it would still be a good job. It would be the change of neighborhoods that was upsetting. I made relationships with various people in the area, from the people that sell me my large hot coffee with milk on my way in, to the guys selling halal food.

This morning I heard that I would be staying at the fruit stand that I really like since things are going on and someone new would have to come on board. Janis told me the other day that they probably would not be hiring someone new, and Yancy spoke saying that someone new would need to be hired. Of course, this is all subject to change. My mantra remains the same: ‘at least you have a good job’.

I left one meeting and walked from fruit stand to fruit stand and when I got to my desk I found myself in another meeting, this time online with Yancy, Violet, Janis and Kimberly with a bloke named Steven. Steven is an IT guy and is working from home. The meeting started without me, so I had no idea what was being talked about.

While the meeting was going on, workers in fluorescent shirts were going about pulling wires from the ceiling and setting up a camera for the back door of the fruit stand. Perhaps another inkling that I would not be moving after all.

Someone IS moving though. Someone is pulling up stakes and starting fresh, starting anew at a location and culture wholly different from the fruit stand. She’s young enough to start over, whereas I would rather not. But youth does have it’s advantages and this is one of them.

So, after yesterday’s mishegas regarding Mike, it seems that a new perspective came around with the new day. I know Bill spoke with him and his beloved might have said something too. My chocolate sister in DC called it a while ago, that some people do not like to be held responsible for their actions, they tend to avoid accountability whenever possible.

I don’t think Mike was hearing what he wanted to hear. He is expected to come over tonight, so that should be good I hope. He does want to attend the big Italian feast of St. Ann’s in town this weekend and though I had begged off last year, this year seems like it’s a ‘go’.

I watched a documentary on Squeeze last night. I liked Squeeze. I never saw them solo, only when they toured with Elvis Costello and the Attractions. Those were the days when Dave Bell and I would see Elvis Costello whenever he came around. Usually at the Capitol Theater in Passaic NJ.

The English Mugs and Spoons tour hit Passaic as well as the Palladium on 14th Street. Squeeze were always very good, though we did get tired of hearing Tempted and talked about throwing toothbrushes at Paul Carrack as he sang those opening lines.

We never got close enough, much to Paul Carrack’s relief. Chris Difford and Glenn Tilbrook wrote together but not together. Difford would hand off the lyrics to Tilbrook and a few days later the song was completed.

Difford wrote some amazing lyrics and the music Tilbrook created drew comparisons to Lennon & McCartney; in fact, it was said that Tilbrook sounded like Paul McCartney (true) and Difford sounded like John Lennon (sort of).

It would have been nice to hear what Paul McCartney thought of Squeeze, and it’s probably on record somewhere out there on the internet. A portion of my high school years are soundchecked by Squeeze songs.

If I Didn’t Love You is playing right now and I am drawn back 46 years to my senior year of high school and graduation, my escape from education. It was a good documentary on YouTube, less than an hour with interesting talking heads, including Mark Knopfler oddly enough.

About Mark Knopfler, there’s a family on YouTube. A Dad, a son on guitar, another son on drums and the daughter on bass; the Clark Family. They just covered Sultans of Swing which I remembered to be a good song, released during the years of new wave, though Dire Straits were not a new wave band at all. I was surprised that I knew all the words to Sultans of Swing.

I get daily emails telling me that Kevin Wagner remembers me. Well I remembered Kevin for a long time, I guess the chapter closed after seeing the Colin story on Ted Lasso. I searched for a long time, looking up Kevin in Orlando FL which is where I last heard he was. I looked up his girlfriend or wife, Ann as well but found nothing which was fine.

Last night I did a search for Simon Williams, a flame from years ago. We hooked up for a number of years, usually a good time, and always dysfunctional. Powders and card games were involved in the middle of the night.

I did a search and found him. He’s married now and I decided not to contact him, some things are best left in the past. He’d probably want to forget about the whole thing anyhow.

I learned my lesson a couple of years ago, chatting with Ignatius MacKenzie on the social media. It seemed like a good idea at the time and as it ended I regretted it. It had been over 30 years and I forgot what an asshole Ignatius was.