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.

Skyscraper dream. I had a dream last night. I was on the upper floors of a very high skyscraper. I have a fear of heights which was haunting the edges of the dream. I dropped an egg from such a height that could have been fatal if it hit someone. I believe the dream evolved to where later a laser net was set up to either slice an egg or some other object so as not to kill or maim anyone.

It was an interesting dream and not very relaxing. The skyscraper might have been around where the Garden State Plaza used to be. It was enough to wake me up and get out of bed 10 minutes before the scheduled time.

At the major fruit stand today everything is quiet which is pleasant but I still struggle with passwords which irks Yancey to no end. It’s slow and Violet has been doing most of the heavy lifting.

Bill is on the road again. He’s due back tomorrow. Mike is at his crib. It’s a good summer afternoon. Not much time to write and as usual I am all thumbs.

The password shuffle though. Last time at the major fruit stand I thought I had set things up for my next visit. But the way things go, nothing really worked this morning. In fact things are still going slowly. Thankfully there was not much picking at the fruit stand today which is a relief.

But it does make time go slowly and for the past half hour it’s slow enough for it to be five minutes. Violet and I do get along which is nice. I get along with my co-workers, my team. And even Yancy who leads the team. There is also the Friday morning meeting which I have to attend and that’s not so bad considering…
Before I left, I overheard that I would be leaving the little fruit stand that I love for the major fruit stand, which gives me anxiety.

Right now I am hungry and thinking about what to have for dinner. Do I want to cook? What’s ready to eat? I made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich which is still in my bag. It’s not going to go bad anytime soon and I am thinking about eating it when I get home. I’ve done it before.

But a dessert of sorts is required and I have no idea what to do about that. I can get something on my wway home, perhaps something from the supermarket. Or there is that cookie shop that Bill is fond of.

I do have to go to the cigar shop since I gave my last small cigar to Tony, the guy who manages the cleaning crew at the major fruit stand. Cigars are our common thing and he always brings them up whenever he sees me.

57 minutes left to go. I played most of Sandinista by the Clash today while Violet was having her lunch. When it was my turn for lunch, I set up 1980’s R&B hits, which are innocuous enough. I played Sandinista most of the day on Monday at my fruit stand and while I was riding on Sunday, a guitar riff played in my head which I figured out was a song from Sandinista. I think Sandinista is a good Sunday record.

And I could use a nap right now.