Tuesday. Fatigued. Overcast day. Slept ok but once again I could have used a few more hours. Work was ok, not many people in the office. Summertime, compliance classes for some, others working from home. Not me though, I had my thing to do. The stationery came in and I labeled it and put it away after tidying up that area of the office. Left early to go see brother Frank in the hospital again and got some good news. He was being released from the hospital and going to a rehab center in Saddle Brook. Pretty good news indeed.

I’ve taken to carrying around a Moleskine note book since I seem to have misplaced the other notebook that I usually use. Too tired to really write much of anything so here’s some samples of notes from the past few days.

Friedman Alpren and Green. An accounting firm I worked for from 1986 to 1987. An ok job. Worked in the file room with Tyree Thomas as my supervisor. Tyree and myself and a few other people made a pact to get back together on New Years Eve 1999. I didn’t make it and I don’t know if anyone else did or even if they’re still alive. A job nothing more than that.

In 1987 I was offered a job as manager at San Loco a Mexican fast food joint off of St. Mark’s Place on Second Avenue. It was an ok job though I did upset a customer when I played the first track of Patti Smith’s Horses cassette, Gloria: In Excelsis Deo/Gloria (Van Morrison Cover), where she opens the song singing ‘Jesus died for somebody’s sins, but not mine’. Yes I offended someone. The owners were Darrell Nelson and his brother who were friends with Steve Fallon.

Steve Fallon was the owner of McSwells and was one of many that saw something in me more than I saw in myself. He was also friends with brother Frank. I think Frank asked Steve to look out for me when I first moved to Hoboken, or maybe that was Steve being Steve. Anyway, Steve knew I was managing San Loco, and it turned out to be quite a dismal job. Steve stopped by one day and basically told me I was I glorified cashier. In excelsis deo.

We rode the Path train back to Hoboken and he told me I could DJ that night at McSwells since there was no band playing that Thursday night. It was my first experience DJing and it turned out to be a good thing that no one was there so I was able to practice after Steve showed me the ropes of the PA system.

I worked at San Loco for a couple of more weeks and eventually got a job working for Rupert Murdoch
thanks to a friend that was working there on a freelance project. I got some other friends in, Catherine Cloud, Ann Boyles, even Jimmy Lee my room mate at the time. It was at that job that I met Pedro also known as Rey.

That’s about it. I’m tired.

It’s Tuesday. Not a big day at all. I did get an email from Paul McCartney’s website stating that Macca is doing a private show in Manhattan tomorrow night and that would a very cool thing to go see. They’re only giving out ten ‘special’ wristbands, so 20 people might be getting into the show. I don’t know how many people in the metropolitan area signed up for it, but I know I entered the contest three times. I’m sure others entered more than that but I figured that three was enough. It would be a really cool thing to go see and that is quite an understatement.

It’s been raining on and off this afternoon. Presently it is not raining right now, 5 minutes ago it was pouring. Been like this for the past couple of hours. Incredibly bright sunshine followed by moments of lightening, thunder and sheets of rain. It was pleasant enough this morning. I woke up to see Bill sitting at the side of the bed doing his morning prayers. That was a lovely image to wake up to. He thanks his god for allowing him to see another day. I just curse having my sleep interrupted by life.

Bill was out the door and I had my routine completed and was headed out the door to the bus stop. I haven’t seen the young man that lives down the street from me anymore. Last time I saw him he was staving off a bloody nose. I hope that didn’t do him in. Seemed like a nice enough fella. I hope he’s alright. And no, I’m not into him at all. Just a familiar face that I saw most days at the bus stop who lived or lives across the street from the library.

The latest brother Frank news from sister in law Elaine: Better today, a little blue but focused more than usual. He is impatient for speech therapy and a shower and bored with everything else.
The heart all checked out fine. The cat scan last night was for the arteries and that looked good. Neurology is supposed to see him today. If you visit check ,his room and floor cause he might be moved back to the 8th floor but don’t tell him cause then he gets messed up about where what and when and drives everyone crazy.

So that’s a little bit of good news. I had to run an errand to Chinatown this morning. For some reason that’s where our printer is. And they’re not that good. They told me yesterday the job I ordered would be ready today so I hopped on a subway to pick it up. It wasn’t ready. They told me they’d messenger it to me this afternoon. They didn’t. So I guess it will be delivered first thing in the morning which was their fall back promise.

I took a train and got off at Astor Place and walked by Farfetched. Lois and Susan were there and I told them what was going on with Frank. They were concerned and I told them all I knew. I didn’t tell them the latest which I posted above since I got that after the fact. I do have to go back there to get a wedding card and maybe a nice tchotke for the happy couple. Also Brian Boylan from McMann and Tate sent a set of keys to the Arcata School System. The eagle has landed. The pope shits in the woods. The bear is catholic.