A not-so-sure-footed Tuesday morning. Bill hovered over me as I lay in bed around 6:00 this morning, kissing me goodbye, wishing me well, and I woke up 20 minutes later before my alarm clock. I did my routine at the slow, steady pace that I usually do, and checking the news before I left, I saw online that the PATH train was suspended from Hoboken to midtown due to smoke conditions in the tunnel.

I checked a few times after that, and not much had changed, so that meant I had to take the bus into the city. And I was able to do that, I confirmed with Bill the proper trains to take from 42nd Street down to Union Square, and I was able to do just that, it wasn’t a bad ride. I figured I was going to be late getting to work, which meant for me, 5 minutes late, it turns out I was 10 minutes early.

As I was putting around the apartment, Mike had told me to let me know that his day was starting off quite badly once again, not my story, I’ll leave it to Mike to tell whenever he gets it together to tell his story. Bill is off to an amusement park with students from the Bronx Middle School.

1:00 p.m. walkabout, walking around the same area I walked around yesterday, but in a different direction. Retracing the ghost steps from 19 years ago, I’m sure he is a ghost now. A cigar ghost at that. West 10th Street it’s a beautiful block, and I think the Greenwich Village Center for Psychotherapy was here, but I’m not sure. In any event, that was almost 40 years ago.

I am 99% certain that the address was 60 West 10th Street, where the ghost lived, or could have been 66 West 10th Street. Walking up Greenwich Avenue, wondering where that bar was, I used to go with Pedro. About to walk past where Uncle Charlie’s was, remembering Travis from Texas, whom I met in DC, whose story I will tell later.

I walked up Greenwich Avenue to 7th Avenue and over 16th Street, and now I’m back on 5th Avenue where I started.

It’s a beautiful summer day on June 3rd a Tuesday

Just looking at the mini cigar, and when I’m done with it, I will more than likely go back upstairs to my desk to show that I am a worker and I am taking half my lunch hour just to prove something that I have no idea what it is I am proving.

Heading into work was quite easy this morning, despite the trains not working, and I had to take a bus and then a Subway, still, I got to work 10 minutes early.

Three women dressed in black stand in front of me; they are the women who are pictured. Don’t know what else to say. Could it be I am at a loss for words? I wore a jacket to work today, it might be the last time I wear a jacket until the autumn.
The trains are running like they should, so tonight going home should not be a problem, and having just posted that, I hope I did not jinx it. I’m giving myself 5 more minutes before I go back inside.

Can you buy me a soda?