Thursday morning. I tell myself that I do my best writing in the morning. Whether or not it’s true remains to be seen. I was on the phone last night with Bill and Mike which overall was a couple of hours. Right now I am in an on camera meeting with my fellow fruit pickers and overseers. So far nothing has been said regarding the intruder the other day when I was out.

Listening to Girl Talk right now. Night Ripper. Been quite a while since I last played. More memories of Juan. Juan and I saw Greg Gillis aka Girl Talk at Terminal 5, 16 years ago.

Also dealing with the once very good TDBank, now they are awful. Reliability is a thing of the past it seems. If you misplaced your debit card they could replace it within minutes, it would only take a ten minute trip to a branch. When I discovered my debit card was misplaced on Sunday I figured that is what I would need to do.

When I got to the branch across from the fruit stand I approached the teller and explained what I needed. They informed me that they don’t do that anymore. I asked since when and they said it started (or stopped) in Jan 2026. It seems there was not much money in courtesy. Better to keep the customer antsy and in a situation where things will take 7 to 10 days rather than 7 to 10 minutes.

This is what they call progress. TD Bank used to have No Fee debit cards that you can use at any ATM.They ended that program. There used to be 4 branches in Hoboken two uptown, one midtown and one downtown. Now there is only one.

I called the TD Bank customer line to check the status of my shipment. The first customer service representative told me my order was being shipped via UPS. That was distressful since UPS doesn’t have building access. I asked to speak with her manager and with a heavy sigh she sent me to her manager.

I was told it would be a waiting time of 1 to 2 minutes. She was off by 8 minutes. The next person, the manager, told me the item was being sent via the United States Postal Service. Then she laughed at the confusion I seemed to be in. So, sometime next week I may get my debit card. But really, TD Bank has gotten truly awful.

There was a camera meeting this morning. I didn’t have much to say, and Yancy mentioned that some things said personally should be kept confidential. A little after the fact but the point was made. Hopefully that was the last to be said of that topic. The rest would be up to me, I reckon.

It looks like another beautiful day outside and I am looking forward to going out.

I had a dream that had Sarah Fortner in it as well as Robert Isacco. I used to call Isacco, Bobby Rissoto when he was deep in the closet and didn’t want his mother to know he was gay. Then he met Greg and they exchanged rings and I guessed he was out of the wardrobe.

Anyway, the Sarah Fortner dream with Bob Isacco took place in Bryant Park and I was hoping to borrow some cash from Sarah for bus fare. She hopped on her bike with her son on the back and pedaled off before I could ask.

I mentioned to Bobby Isacco that I was surprised that Sarah had her son with her. Then I woke up on October 22, 2026.

Here it is, Wednesday October 21,2026. How did we get here? It is another beautiful day but as I am on the 14th floor I really don’t know how it is on the street. The mental health day went well.

It is tied in with whatever virus is bouncing around the belly of the fruit stand. Yancy had it, Janis had it and Violet seems to have had it. But mine was not that, though they do not know that. I’m content to let them think about what they will.

Yancy just left a little while ago. Apparently at the fruit stand there was a former fruit picker trying to get access to the fruit stand once more. They are persona non grata and Yancy instructed me to hit the panic button should this troublesome creature make another appearance. Security measures may be tightened up, which would not be a bad thing.

Lunch is just a few minutes away. I’m not especially hungry right now and might just wait until I return from my lunchtime jaunt. That shouldn’t affect anyone but myself. A young rapper is visiting the fruit stand. His people are friendly and courteous. The young rapper is not. I will see him on his descent I’m sure.

Lunch was what it was, nothing special. I sat in the shadows, enjoying a small cigar. Spoke with Bill and spoke with Mike. Bill was about to eat lunch and I didn’t want to distract him from his meal, so it was brief. The phone call with Mike was a little bit longer but also brief. Last night I was on the phone with Mike for over an hour.

I may have crossed a line regarding the former fruit picker. I spoke with 2 of his former fellow pickers and think one of them called up Yancy who sent a text stating that it was best left private, someone who is possibly unhinged and perhaps dangerous should not be talked about.

Not a good situation and now I know to keep my mouth shut. I know what I said was not malicious fruit stand but it might have been taken that way. And that is a weird thing. Be on the lookout for a former coworker who might have a grudge against the fellow fruit pickers or the fruit stand itself.

Will there be grief? I expect so. Was I told not to say anything? No. If I was told to not say anything, I wouldn’t have. It was just a heads up in case this person shows up and I’m not here.

They have the data of knowing who the person is and what he looks like. I do not have that advantage. And I’m not always at the front and center of the fruit stand, like yesterday. So anyone could have let this person in and who knows what’s what. I can’t get hung up and fearful of what might or might not be said to me.

And so it goes.