I had a couple of dreams before waking up this morning. One involved Jim Mastro and I on a rooftop talking about a fiddle player we both knew. I was removing a belt from the hole of a guitar, carefully since it was Jim’s guitar. I remarked that the fiddle player was not very dependable but can be relied upon when needed.

Another dream had me trying to get a book about an episode of Saturday Night Live with Billie Eilish into the hands of Bob Huff who was visiting Hoboken.

At the fruit stand today, things that were set up yesterday have been altered to the point where there is nothing to do but think about getting lunch. The woman who has to corral the guests and whatnot is here, and I remember when she was genuinely nice. Now, not so much.

That frees me up to be able to perhaps get some halal food. The timing is right, I just need to get away when no one is looking.

In some ways the timing was right. In other ways, not so much. I came back to find a woman near my spot the fruit stand. She was there in response to an email that sent her, on June 9, 2026. Today is October 14. I sometimes assist with passes to the belly of the fruit stand and in June there were a few dozen that I initially assisted with these things.

I did what I could to help this woman, but it to no avail really . She had a digital card on her phone which does the same thing. This woman works mostly at home and is in the office maybe 2 times a year. I had to walk her our and in the elevator I mentioned that it might be in her best interest and everyone’s best interest to respond to emails sooner rather than later.

She did not take that advice well. There is always a possibility that she will complain that I did not bend over backwards enough for her liking.

The path train promises to be a bit difficult again for the commute home tonight. Last night, I was at the start of the line and able to get a seat. Tonight I will be at the middle of the line and the Hoboken train will more than likely be crowded. I am considering taking the train to Journal Square and getting off at Newport and walking home from there. It’s a 15 minute walk from there to Hoboken and then15 minutes from there to home.

All this to avoid being crowded. I suppose it would all depend on how crowded the Hoboken train will be. And I sit all day, so standing up for 15 minutes is not so bad after all, is it?

Listening to D’Angelo, “Voodoo “. Hard to believe he died one year ago today. He was something for sure and gone way too soon. Devil’s Pie indeed. He was a sexy and talented man.

I foolishly took the Hoboken train getting tonto a very crowded car which was going to get even more crowded with the next 2 stops. Young male twats too self involved to take off their backpacks. Tomorrow I will return on the Journal Square train because this is ridiculous. Five weeks on this. They could have done this in the summer, less people, more commuters on vacation or working from home. But no. Let’s do this in the fall…

In the belly once again. Yancy requested being available on Friday and I agreed that I would be available. Kimberley was marked as being out of the office so once again I would be sitting on her throne. To my surprise Kimberley came in as she was supposed to. I asked Yancy where I should be and he remarked how odd it was that the calendar was wrong.

I asked if I should stay in the belly or head back to my little corner of the fruit stand.
No reply from Tandy on that matter. It does seem pointless for me to be here. All hands are on deck and able to handle whatever is thrown at them. I’m just a relief pitcher which is an odd thing for me to say. It is ridiculous. This is more than likely Yancy’s mistake and now I have been requested to stay in the belly for the day.

It seems to be Yancys awkward day today. Better him than me I reckon. Bill is a block or so away from me, driving smart students from Lehigh University around Manhattan. There will be no meeting up for us today as the timing is baffling.

I think I had another dream involving Maxwells last night. This one may have been more in the back room. It could be from falling down a rabbit hole that featured deceased people I had known, one involved Skyline Studios. I had gone to dinner at an assistant engineer’s apartment, Rich Lamb and his wife. It was a pleasant dinner party overall. Also in attendance was Maureen Kennedy. She worked at Skyline at some point.

She also lived above Maxwell’s and since I was headed there after the dinner party I thought it made sense to ask her to join me. I didn’t know she had basically lived in exile above Maxwell’s. She had been a habitue at Maxwell’s before I was there and was married to one of the Roger’s brothers who hated my guts for some reason. I found it humorous since I didn’t think of them at all.

Maureen ingratiated herself back in the scene but she started to unravel. She became partners with some good guys in an established business venture, and that went south. The partners (full disclosure-friends of mine)wound up being sued by Maureen despite being given a sweet deal when she and the generous partners went their separate ways.

She was also madly in love with Julio much to Julio’s dismay. Sending him long, rambling letters that were largely incoherent. I do think that I shouldn’t have reintroduced her to the Maxwell’s scene but I didn’t know. After the business venture collapsed she left town and went upstate where she eventually passed away.

The other dearly departed was Kevin Crud, or in the other side of social media, Kevin Croughn. Nice guy sometimes, difficult personality other times. A gossip and a short tempered artist who could bully if and when he wanted to. He took me in when I was in a not that great a space.

It was all before my life would turn upside down in the early 1990s.

Life with Kevin was not easy but it had moments of fun. Like I said, he was a gossip so who knows what tales he told about me.

Due to some railroad construction in the final stages of completion, the final leg of their commute was shut down for the next five weeks. That meant for a crowded Path train this morning.

Knowing the sounds of trains coming into the station, I figured out a train was coming in next so I walked through the crowded train car and, excusing myself, made it to the neighboring platform where I waited for an empty car.

The ride home was even more crowded. Since I was in the belly which is at the end of the line, it is also the start of the line and I was able to snag a seat.

It’s going to be lke this for the next five weeks.