Back at my fruit stand today. I am happy about that though I did leave an undershirt hanging in the closet at the major fruit stand and I’m trying to figure out how to get it from there to here. I have an idea don’t know if it’ll work but it is an idea.

The usual Thursday morning 8:30 meeting was canceled due to the fact that my boss’s boss’s boss is in town and my boss’s boss it’s a bit intimidated, perhaps afraid. A housekeeper I know told me that this is the third or fourth boss’s bosses boss that has crossed the threshold.

There are gray skies today. Which will more than likely affect my lunch break. So it changes by the minute things could be different around lunch time.

I just remembered Paul Galvin in 1976, buying Camel cigarettes thinking that since they were ‘Turkish Blend’ there would be hashish in them. Those were the days of smoking cigarettes illicitly on Essex Street, on the border of Lodi and Rochelle Park.

So on my lunch break I went to the big fruit stand from my fruit stand to pick up my undershirt which I left hanging in the closet. While I was there I spoke to Janis and asked her about what was going on with her and she told me quite a tale of woe.

Much too much to get into here but she did move to this place in November of last year and not even a year later she’s on her way out if not out already.

I heard from Mike and his beloved Wade. The trip to the Statue of Liberty yesterday went well. They did not climb up to the crown, they were at the pedestal at the base. I myself have never been there. I’ve been to Ellis Island but never the statue itself.

Last month I had to reschedule an appointment for Mike so he can get his real ID and today was the date so Mike and his beloved Wade were able to get an Uber from Jersey City to North Bergen and get the job done which despite a hiccup it was completed and Mike should receive his real ID in the mail within 20 days.

It was a bit rainy at lunch time but not as rainy as it is now. I know I did not have to go up to the big fruit stand today but I did nonetheless. I knew it would be raining a lot harder at the end of the day than it would in the middle of the day so I hopped on the PATH train and rode up to 33rd Street.

On the way back I walked and it was raining a bit but not too bad. Of course my beloved Bill calls while I’m walking down the street smoking a little cigar in one hand while holding the umbrella in the other as well as the phone.

I love Bill very much but I swear he has the worst timing and I’m fine with that. I’m used to it; after 26 years I ought to be.

This has been another dictated entry into the blagosphere or what have you

Back at the major fruit stand. I need to hide my disappointment, my disenchantment with being here. I arrived early before anyone, Yancey included. I sat and had a bagel and enjoyed my coffee and solitude.

Going back to my desk yesterday, after I had gotten onto the PATH train and crossed a state border- was a good idea. It turned out that I truly needed the notes which came in handy this morning.

And speaking of Handy, his beloved Wade arrived and they have plans to go to the Statue of Liberty this afternoon.

Meanwhile at the fruit stand where I am at, not much is happening. Violet more than likely could have handled the day on her own but it seemed my presence was required. At my American standard fruit stand, people are hovering around my desk needing passwords and what not to get things done. None of this leaves me feeling good but that could very well be my general paranoia.

It is Violet and me. Not much communication. Her mother is in the hospital. I am sitting where Janis sits since Janis is in the process of moving again. Which might be the second time this year or at least, as long as I know her.

I could take a nap.

Yancy doesn’t realize that Violet and I are ahead of him we planned our lunch hours a little while ago and then we get a message from Yancey saying we had to adjust our lunch hours.

I am in a concrete park now between 29th and 30th Street or I usually go when I’m at the major fruit stand and I’m not eating lunch at least not at this moment.

Tim Curry just passed away at 80. He had a stroke a while ago and never fully recovered. So tonight I’m sure social media and regular media will be posting things about Tim Curry. I know I will

Once again this is being dictated to the phone so if words go wrong it’s the machine not the man. And I am the man. Who is now on the road heading to a gig and will not be back until Sunday. Mike is with his beloved Wade off to the Liberty State Park to get a ferry to the Statue of Liberty.

I really should make an effort to avoid reading bad news no matter what I am doing or where I am because it doesn’t help me at all. But most of the news is bad news so should I avoid news altogether?
The atmosphere at the fruit stand…the word that comes to mind is diabolical. But I know that’s not the proper word. Just a month ago is totally different now it’s different. My superiors are enthralled with the one they call Scott. Yancy has a meeting with Scott at 1:00 p.m.

I can envision Scott asking Yancy she had to get rid of someone who would you get rid of and Yancey would think me.

I can’t help it feel that today could be my last day at the fruit stand. I don’t know but there is this feeling that my time is up.

It wasn’t my last day.