It is another beautiful summer morning in August 2026. At the fruit stand once again a hobgoblin roams the hallways looking for trouble and changing things on a whim. Perhaps it’s more to get this fruit stand in line with the other food stand. I don’t know- I am not told any information. I just sit and watch things unfold before my eyes.

Yesterday on social media I spent way too much time arguing with some white trash from Texas- Trash Panda he calls himself. The Panda trash moaned about how he wanted to join a black cigar smokers group but they would not let him. They claimed it was because he was white but more often than not if you looked at his profile on social media he was maga maga maga and nobody wants to have anything to do with people like that anyhow.

Once again I dictate these notes into my phone since a way of a paranoia watches over my consciousness and has affected my ability to actually do things on the computer in front of me. So this is a way to get the words in and not interfere with my work which is quite slow to begin with anyhow and then again there’s the hobgoblin roaming the hallways.

Mike’s beloved, Wade is expected today, coming in on Tuesday leaving Saturday morning. Saturday I am planning on going to Garfield to see Elaine which should be okay I suppose.

It was a call from Annemarie a week or so ago thinking that Elaine desperately needs my help. And when I asked Elaine if she desperately needs my help she said no but she wouldn’t mind a visit so that is the plan for Saturday.

I am waiting to hear from somebody who made a request for tomorrow and I processed the request as much as I can. I am just waiting to hear what time their guest is expected and they responded it’ll be tomorrow even though I asked them what hour they are expecting their guest and they merely said August 26th 2026.

Bill is going away tomorrow and coming back on Sunday which should be fine, he has not been working that much lately. I don’t know if it’s because there’s not enough work to go around or perhaps they got something against my man, Bill.

Everyone’s summer is winding down towards the Labor Day weekend. Of course summer doesn’t end for another week or so after Labor Day in fact I am taking the 11th and 14th off of September. I thought about taking today off since Bill is going away tomorrow but obviously that did not happen since I am sitting at a desk in the fruit stand dictating words into my phone to be edited to be posted later on in the day.

This has been remarkably easy peasy, I am almost at the quota of 500 words. The Beatles are playing Lady Madonna right now not the official release but one of the outtakes.

I heard from the agency today. My counselor contacvted me. Apparently, Yancy’s boss did not like a joke that I made and went to the agency. From now on, no more humor. Can I maintain a no nonsense approach? It remains to be seen since I found out I’m working at the big fruit stand tomorrow.

I took the PATH train home only to realize halfway there that I left my notebooks with my information for the major fruit stand. I am back at the fruit stand just for a minute to get my notebooks. In and out for a minute. Spirit dwindling

Fare thee well, Dolly Pardon

Mike was supposed to stop by on Friday, but was told by a parole officer but he needed to be at his apartment at 7:00 a.m. on Saturday. That shut down any plans that we had. It all depended on the parole officer at 7:00 a.m. . But we knew that they rarely show up when they say they are going to show up.

Mike was in lockdown in his apartment.
I woke up on Saturday morning and found Bill on the phone with Mike talking about the situation. After an hour and a half, Bill was off the phone and the day progressed slowly.

Bill and I went to the supermarket and did the grocery shopping. Mike had given me a gift card for the supermarket which was good because Mike owed me money and gave me the card instead which had more money on than he owed me.

An enjoyable walk and talk with Bill then we chill out at home for a little while. It was Annemaries birthday so I gave her a phone call and chatted for a few minutes.

After that, Bill was on the couch and I suggested we go to Jersey City Pride. It would’ve been great if Mike were with us but he was being held hostage.I hoped that maybe we would cross paths, that his parole officer showed up or allowed MIke to leave but no, that was not the case.

Bill and I walked to the Path train and caught the train to Grove street after a transfer at Newport. It all went rather smoothly. Before we joined the crowd ambling up and down Newark Street we stopped at the cigar shop where I bought a couple of La FLor Dominican Granu.

The last time I was there the woman behind the counter told me of a 3% surcharge on credit card use. This time there was no 3% surcharge. I said nothing and walked out with my cigars.

Bill and I walked around and Bill was spotted by James, an old high school friend of his. They’ve reconnected on social media where James professed his infatuation for Bill. James stated his love for Bill once more, and then later Bill received a text message where James apologized to me for his feelings for Bill.

Bill and I walked to the light rail to get back to Hoboken. I tried purchasing a ticket but could not. I have ridden the light rail dozens of times, each time having a ticket that was never checked. This was the first time I did not have a ticket and I was still not checked. Bill said it wouldn’t happen since I was white. And he was probably right.

The light rail did not take us to our full destination so we walked up to where RoDa was. He had an Herb Weedhed table, selling his merchandise. Bill and I saw with RoDa and Ellie and their son Logan as well as Ro’s aunt and a family friend. It was all rather mellow as the rappers were on stage doing their thing. I bought another Herb Weedhed t-shirt and a carry bag.

We made it home where we then chilled out after a long day.
Sunday was good. It rainined overnight and into the morning but by afternoon when I did my bike ride all was well. Saw the Tree in Liberty State Park and sat there for a while before heading back to Hoboken where I vegged out.

The fruit stand for me was quiet though busy things were going on. Mike stopped by towards the end of the day. I had printed out a bill for him since he had a government appointment coming up and needed the proof of residency.

We parted at the Path train. When the train pulled into Hoboken I spotted an old friend from Maxwell’s days, Georgia Hubley. We chatted for a moment; she looked great and told me Yo La Tengo are at work on a new album which was good news to hear.