Overall, it was a good weekend. Bill came home late or early in the morning around 3:30 on Saturday. Mike was around Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, and that was fun. Mike enjoys hearing Bill’s stories, perhaps a bit more than I do. Then again, I have heard them before.

I did have to drag Mike to the really big supermarket on Saturday, and I have to say the really big supermarket is a bit of a sad situation since the wonderful Arti is no longer there and perhaps back in India by now. She is greatly missed; her smiling face and her wonderful personality have been replaced by the cold and indifferent self-checkout.

I took a few photographs of Mike smoking a cigar for his online admirers, and he took a few photographs of me smoking a cigar, mainly for my fat cigar dad down in Texas, and also for one or two Facebook groups. We have discovered a channel on cable that shows nothing but Saturday Night Live clips over the past 50 years, so that was fun. And it was also a rabbit hole that had a few laughs in it.

Bill had slept for a good part of the day, and when he awoke, we watched Ghost Dog. I saw it when it came out with Ro Da 25 years ago. Bill had seen it then as well, and Mike had seen it. Still a very good movie, perhaps one of Jim Jarmusch’s best. It was fun watching a movie filmed in Jersey City. I’m trying to identify landmarks 25 years later, landmarks that more than likely do not exist anymore.

It is a Monday morning in Manhattan. I am a block away from Union Square, where everything is cozy and comfortable. I do enjoy the team that I’m working with, and they seem to enjoy working with me..

Working on a Mac it’s easier than I remembered, considering I’m a PC kind of guy.
Back in the day when I was working for Wolff Olins, it seemed to be more of a struggle to work on a Mac, but nowadays, almost 20 years later, it’s not much of a hardship after all.

Sunday was Mother’s Day, and it was a beautiful day, 75 and Sunny. Out of the three of us, Mike, Bill, and I, Mike is the only one with both parents alive. We wandered around Hoboken in the afternoon for a couple of hours, lots of people out and about. It was Mother’s Day after all, and all the mothers were able to roam around, free-range style.

Bill and Mike went to the smaller supermarket, and I sat on the stoop smoking a cigar, talking to Annemarie. All in all, it was a good day and considering that there was not the usual back to work apprehension on Sunday, I really can’t complain. Once again I am dictating this into my phone, not sitting at my computer and typing since I don’t really have much time to do that and this is a whole lot easier, warts and all.

A few hours later, lunch time walking around 5th Avenue, 18th Street, that’s across 20th Street…I’ve been tempted to send emails to companies that turned me down, thanking them for turning me down. Then I realize it’s best to leave the past in the past.

The past is some place that I visit perhaps too often…for example, I was just thinking of a job that I had 40 plus years ago, I had to deliver law books to the Statler Hilton on 33rd Street. There are several hundred books, and no one to assist me in moving books through a crowded sidewalk is the first time I learned that no one was going to help me.

There were no strangers around to help me, and to be honest, I probably wouldn’t be helping strangers either. It was an eye-opener of a job, and like I said, it was over 40 years ago. That company I worked for is gone.