It wasn’t a bad day but overall I’ve had better. One thing that is foremost on my mind is my hair. I’ve taken to brushing it forward lately and I’ve been getting a few compliments on it. That’s always nice. I kid myself it’s sort of a Caesar cut but it really isn’t.

It was an experiment that has taken hold. Plus I am growing a beard to see what that will look like. I see a lot of white, Barbablanca is what Julio coined a few years ago and that has taken hold as well.

I did sleep well last night, turning on bedtime mode before going to sleep. No alerts or alarms to disturb my deserved worth. I woke up reluctantly but was not sad and that was good. I seem to have been around guys from my alma mater.

Besides Shaun Moray in Hoboken, there are at least three of them at my place of work. One of them I don’t mind, another is easily ignored and another is actively loathed. The one I loathe tried to chat me up as I was waiting for the elevator.

I had to respond and did so but had my back to him and was staring at my phone as I spoke. Not sure if I was actually looking at an app or just looking at the black screen. In any event, the elevator arrived and I got in alone. He might be so dumb to think we are friends though my nonchalance might have shown my actual distaste.

I have no love for my alma mater. Somehow I got through four years only going to summer school once and that was because of an act of revenge by a history teacher who resembled the cartoon version of Lou Costello.

The guys I went to grammar school eight years before high school did not have much contact with me in high school. We were all in different classes freshman year but I was cut off from them and basically did not see much of them for those four years.

I used to sing Bohemian Rhapsody with one of these guys and I would’ve thought we had that to connect with, but no. He later became a traffic reporter for WCBS AM. I tried to connect with him in the early days of the social medias explaining who I was but that was rebuffed.

Bill enjoyed his helicopter traffic reports when WCBS AM was a real thing but like my friendship with that traffic reporter, that’s dead too.

I did go to the 20-year reunion. I was hoping to see the 2 friends I had in high school but neither showed. I was gakked out that night, making a trip to the loo every 20 minutes or so. I did see 2 classmates from grammar school/high school and it was cordial but overall I left the reunion telling myself that I never want to see any of these people again.

I did find out about one of the two friends I wanted to see, he died at age 37, of a heart attack while jogging. The other guy has maintained no presence on the social medias. I just remembered that there was another friend from high school that I hoped to see but did not, his name was Kevin Wagner from Saddle Brook. He deserves more of a story than the last lines in an October 9, 2024 post.