Hoboken day. Not officially but I did have experiences in Hoboken that I rarely have these days. It was daylight savings and where about 30-plus years ago that would have meant an extra hour to party, nowadays it’s an extra hour of sleep. I did wake up and saw the time which was the same as yesterday and I forgot about daylight savings. It was not alarming despite it being on the alarm clock.

I slept some more and had more vivid dreams like I had the past nights. Waking up was easy. On Sundays, I catch less than a minute of Breakfast with the Beatles, and the song this morning was No More Lonely Nights by Paul McCartney. Not one of his best and no need to listen for more than ten seconds.

With my 1981 haircut drying off after a shower was a breeze. Bill lovingly made the coffee before heading out to drive a bus filled with Dutch runners to the Marathon. I watched CBS Sunday Morning as that is a big part of my Sunday morning routine.

Bill thought he would be driving 2 shifts today but it turned out to be only one. He was coming home early and got me a bagel to show his love. Actually, I requested the bagel and I knew the love would always be there.

Today was the last day for early voting and Bill went the other day, so I decided to go this afternoon. On my way, I met Mary Dooley who lives in Union City. We met when a friend Mark was driving by and offered a ride. I thanked him and he asked me to hear his playlist, specifically a song called Fuck Trump.

I laughed and so did Mary Dooley as she was about 10 feet behind me. Mark drove off and Mary and I started chatting. I never met her before and figured we must have some Maxwell’s references but no, she had never been. We were both on the same side with regard to the election.

We parted when I got to the cigar shop and she was walking slow enough that I would probably catch up but that never happened. In the cigar shop, I talked with Imram who asked about the election. I gave my skewed take on it and he seemed to agree with most of what I said. He mentioned that a few of the customers were Maga twats. Not his words.

I was off to city hall for my turn to vote and walked to the entrance to find about a hundred people in a queue to vote early. I followed the line and took my place at the end of the line of which I was usurped by a young mom with her two rambunctious daughters.

The line moved slowly and I was close to the entrance about 45 minutes later. At least it wasn’t like the lines of voters in Georgia or wherever the rotten republicans make it difficult to vote, especially if the area leans towards Blue and is largely non-white.

A man with his daughter was just ahead of me and the man asked how long I lived in Hoboken. I gave him my story, mentioning Lodi and he mentioned his cousin Barbara Wasek who I had gone to grammar school with.

His name is Ed Kasper and lives in Hillsdale. I mentioned my Brother Brian lives with his family in Hillsdale and he knew Brian. It was a small world with those six degrees of separation this afternoon. And I voted for Column A.