It was definitely an out of the ordinary day. It ended up with me surrounded by quite a few faces from the Maxwell’s days. I put on a brave face and did my best. The whole thing was planned weeks ago by Geri Fallo. One can’t help but like Geri Fallo and I know a few people have tried but there they were tonight being photographed alongside her.

Geri used to run the Cultural Affairs for the City of Hoboken. Then she retired a year or so ago, and this was her last hurrah as it were, and she was able to have a Proclamation from the City of Hoboken honoring Steve Fallon. That’s why there were so many Maxwell’s faces.

I sort of helped Geri in the planning when she asked for my input. I didn’t think about much after helping. Then she asked for an RSVP and I replied I would be with Bill, who could not make it since he was dispatched on some bus driving duties around Manhattan and JFK airport.

Going solo to these things can be dicey for me. It’s a bit like stage fright. Getting to the stage is the frightening part, once on stage, everything is groovy. Or at least it should be. The mischevious Steve Saporito texted me about tonight’s event.

I was nonchalant and he was somewhat enthusiastic, at least that is what I remember. I expected to see him or rather hear him as I approached what turned out to be a throng outside of Hoboken City Hall.

Those expectations were dashed as the mischievous Steve Saporito was a no show. I even mentioned it to Julio via text since he was disappointed he didn’t know about Kevin Craughn’s memorial. Julio was definitely part of the Maxwell’s crowd back in the day.

Basically, he was the reason I kept going, as it was our watering hole. But he’s not one to attend these events and people do ask about him. Sometimes they get offended by the fact I tell them he’s a family man with 16 years and 12 year old boys. They seem incredulous since when they had kids that age, they still went out.

So many faces from the past though. We have all aged. All aging gracefully too according to who and how they were and are. The lighting outside City Hall was ghastly which made for terrifying photos and selfies.

There was a party afterward and despite my reluctance, I went and had a good time despite myself. I was actually pretty funny, I think. People asked for Bill and that was nice. He enjoys seeing me with these people from the past, now scattered throughout wherever.

If I was brazen I would have used the opportunity to network. I have started sending resumes out and beating the drum for a new gig. That adds to my dispirited feeling recently. Nothing will be done regarding la matrone enfermée dans le placard as she is untouchable. So it’s best for me that I high-tail it out of there as soon as I can.

I did hope to play Holiday songs when the holidays come along but who knows if that is an attainable goal?