Me and Yancy. Yancy and me. For the first half of the day at least. It wasn’t comfortable, but I somehow got through it. Now he’s in a class on picking fruit somewhere in the hive, and I am with Kimberly. She’s a darling 26-year-old—just a breath of fresh air. I also met her boyfriend at the Holiday party a few months ago and he was the other half of a beautiful young couple.
Things have been proceeding slowly, quietly today, especially when compared to yesterday. I mainly worked with Janis yesterday. She filled me in on the alcoholic shenanigans that Lex Luthor was getting himself into. It wasn’t pretty, especially hearing of the seizure he had in Penn Station. Jimmy Chile did tell me of the barf bag Lex was carrying one night, a few weeks ago, when a group of coworkers went out for drinks after work.
Kimberly is just a love, though. So sweet and endearing, and I am as old as her father. She mentioned that her father and I had a similar sense of humor. I joked that her father and I could do a tour as Salt and Pepper.
Mike and his boyfriend had been planning on going on a cruise in May, but Mike’s new parole officer put the kibosh on that. Mike is disappointed, but he was told he could go anywhere in the Continental United States, so Las Vegas is the next plan, though the parole officer can flex her muscles at any time.
Mike has a little over a year on his parole, so he has to play it cool because the alternative is going back, and nobody wants that to happen, especially Mike. Bill and I don’t want that either, and we’re certain that the boyfriend doesn’t want it.
The day at the major fruit stand has been better than I anticipated. I’ve just made friends with a bloke named Hongki Min. For real. Nice guy. I think he is Korean, but he worked in Singapore, and I really don’t know, and it might be rude to ask. I remember an old friend, Hiroaki Kimura, had words with an Asian bicycle shop owner who did not believe that Hiroaki was Japanese.
I saw an adorable photo of Ysmael Villanueva and Daniel Chieffo on the street. Daniel looks pregnant, perhaps having a Filipino baby with Ysmael. I hope that if baby makes three, the three is safe and sound and loved.
Trains have been crazy crowded; tonight, it was sardine city. It wasn’t so bad. I was at the big fruit stand, and that is the end of the line or the start of the line, depending on which direction you’re travelling. This morning was bearable since I had a seat. This evening, not so much, but not so bad. I am not complaining.
Bill is heading home from Poughkeepsie, and Mike is in Harlem. I am chill in my crib.
Heart of the Country by Paul McCartney, which led into Keith Hudson’s Pick A Dub . There is usually a songplaying in my head, and if it is a dub song, it makes for an interesting stroll down the street. Tonight was Keith Hudson, Pick a Dub. It took a few minutes to know which dub song it was, but I sussed it out.