I am currently running a personal errand that is worth related and I’m walking by Madison Square Park. I just had a flashback to where this was the spot or one of the spots to get weed back at the ’80s and I would show up here. I would be surrounded by dreadlocks all trying to sell me their product.

It was a bit overwhelming and a little bit embarrassing because we were in the shadow of the courthouse, and these rastas or dreadlocks check this out check this out showing me the showing me that out of a dozen guys and I would have to pick one and wander off to pick up whatever it leaves whatever needed to be picked up a funny memory.

It is a pleasant Thursday afternoon August 7th to 2025
I just sat up at my desk and had a salad and now I am sitting outside smoking a mini cigar. The personal errand which was work related went well. I was only there for about 30 minutes, dropped off something, picked up something and took my time going back. It was nice.

Bought two cookies that were a bit pricey but so very wanted and now I might have a dealer in the neighborhood of these fine fine cookies.

And for lunch I went to get a salad and on the way there I ran into a former co-worker John Rosselli who is a sweetheart of a guy and the funny thing is just a week or so ago I was looking at him on Facebook thinking I can’t believe it’s been 13 years since I’ve last seen him and there he was today a little grayer around the edges but so am I.

We caught up with various jobs that we’ve been doing. He’s got a job as a boot fitter at a very popular sporting goods store off Union Square and I am a couple of blocks away at this computer fruit tree place.

We chatted for a few minutes, he’s such a good guy. I’d like to hang out with him again one of these days, perhaps since we’re both in the neighborhood perhaps lunch is necessary.

It’s quite quiet in the office today, not much going on on my end although the other end where I had visited earlier is always a hive of busyness and business.

The big shot of the company just gave a gold statue to L’Orange Merde as a bribe to not affect the tariffs on his fruit tree items.

So I sit and I smoke my mini cigar. The sun is out, the sky is blue, the Saskatchewan haze seems to have dissipated somewhat.

I slept well again last night although at 3:00 I woke up thinking that I had overslept. When I did not I still had three and a half hours to go which I immediately got back to.

Not much to report, just feeling good sitting outside looking at some very handsome men walking down the street, and some very crazy men walking down the street, and women as well, because insanity is not exclusively a male domain.

So I just looked up when I started writing again, and it turned out it was August 4th, 2024. It was soon after writing again, and after that Rafe Dais had something to say to me, and after I had said something, he said like oh, you have a way with words and I said You have no idea.

And here we are over a year later…