Wednesday, January 14th 202,6 I am listening to Maria Callas at my desk. Yancey was in this morning, and it went well. He asked me a few questions I answered them as well as I could, and he seemed satisfied with my responses.

Mike was at my apartment last night for an hour or two, then he left to go back to his place, where his beloved will be joining him at some point this evening don’t know if they’re taking into account how things actually work in the real world with time, and whatnot, but I’m sure they will find out.

I was thinking of John Carroll. John was someone whom I admired at my first job at HBJ. My brother Brian was not impressed with him, but I thought he was smart and funny, and he did not feel the same way about me. I was an underling, and he treated me as such.

Still is probably because of the grace of my mother that I was working there, and he probably recognized that and probably felt that I was a fool and should have been fired a long time before.

John was very close to Nick Lattanzio, and I was the third wheel. Not invited to partake in their Odd Couple trivia discussions.

He was an avid bowler, which is where my brother came across him when working at HBJ. John did have awful skin. The lesson of not picking your pimples and leaving acne scars it was a lesson that he did not heed.

John had a sister, Annie, who was nice enough. She certainly liked to drink, and I think that is ultimately what killed her that would have been decades since I had last seen her.

I don’t know why, but these people pop up in my head every now and then, and I feel compelled to write something about it. The rabbit hole led me to the obituary for John and Annie’s brother Michael, who seems to have been in the closet. Of course, I could be wrong, but that’s what I get from that.

Am I living in the past? Will John Carroll ever do a search for himself and find this entry in this here blog? Of course, there are many other John Carrolls, including a university called John Carroll University.

In any event, it’s lunch time, and I am going out to smoke a mini cigar. It is a pleasant afternoon, temperatures in the low 50s, upper 40s, whatever they want to call it, it’s nice.

Just had a phone call with Bill. It was lovely; he had so much to say, and he tried to say it all at the same time, which caused him to get tongue-tied, which is what Bill is.

I’m going to head back inside in a few minutes. Nothing else to report. It’s Wednesday, it’s hump day, just a couple more days to get through until I get a 3-day weekend. That’s something to look forward to…sleeping until 9:00 a.m.

I was able to keep Yancey entertained playing various female artists like Res and Grace Jones. I was entertained, as was Yancey.