Well it’s a beautiful Sunday afternoon, and I write this not sitting under an umbrella on the beach but rather inside the apartment. It was mostly overcast today and despite my efforts to prod or browbeat Julio into going down, he wasn’t budging. He’s been working a lot lately and worked late last night. He just wasn’t into it, that and the weather decided my beach free fate. All that chanting the mantra gone for naught.

Having a splendidly mellow day with Bill and we’re loving it. We walked around Hoboken for a couple of hours, mostly along the waterfront from 14th street down to Pier A. Lot’s of people with babies and dogs, both sometimes leashed. The sun broke through the clouds about 2:00. I tried to maintain my cool. Bill and I came home and chilled out in front of the telly.

It seemed like every channel we surfed past had something to say about what a beautiful day it had turned out to be. I did try calling Julio to see if he and Stine would like to join us on our walking tour of Bokeyland, but only left a voicemail. The St. Ann’s Feast is going on so perhaps Bill and I will wander over and see the characters featured on www.njguido.com, the people I used to see in my hometown of Lodi. Kinda warms the heart, ya know what I’m sayin?

Maybe toss the Frisbee in Church Square Park? That’s an idea that’s crossed my mind. Let’s see. I just asked Bill and the octave of his voice rose significantly. Watching One Hit Wonders right now on VH1. They just had Terry Jacks singing Seasons in the Sun from 1974, and didn’t mention the rumor that he was supposedly dead right before the song was released.

I’ve been watching these trivial shows on VH1 or whatever station catches my eye or ear and notice some of the same talking heads popping up offering commentary, specifically Legs McNeil. He seems to be an authority on everything musical it seems. Different hair styles yet with the ever present ciggie. Legs copublished Punk magazine with John Holstrom back iint seventies, and also co authored a great book about the early days of CBGB’s titled, Please Kill Me.

They just had Devo on with Whip It. Oh they consumed a lot of my life back then. My brother Frank wrote ‘John is a noted devotee’ on a blackboard that used to hang in the basement of the house I grew up in on at 13 Riverview Avenue. I used to wonder if we were an odd family since we lived in a house numbered Thirteen. Perhaps that is what made us the children the sanest on the block.

Play that funky music white boy. Yes, Wild Cherry. They are now playing the soundtrack to my life. It’s easier to measure time on my life with popular songs. It’s so much easier to look back with a song. Can I stand to watch another hour?

Apparently not. Bill and I walked over to Church Square Park and tossed the Frisbee for nearly an hour. It was fun. I know we both really enjoyed it. We plan on doing that more often.

No pictures this weekend, because now even my camera is on the fritz. It’s a conspiracy I tells ya! A conspiracy!