There are a few levels to the fruit stand. Today, just like yesterday, I was asked to go to another level to see if a door had been left open. It may have been left open but it was not intentional. A delivery is made and when the delivery person leaves the door does not close completely.

So I get a call to check out the other level, walking past a few nondescript people and when I open one to door to check the opther door, there is a vacuum which closes the door that was ajar. Then it’s a walk and a lift to the level I generally work on, past the fruit pickers to tell the security bee that everything is taken care of.

It’s been that kind of day. There was an entourage that strolled in. They didn’t pay much attention to me, and they don’t have to. I am just the gatekeeper at this fruit stand. And I am fine with that position. I’m not picking fruit, i am not planting seeds, I am just manning the fruit stand and whatever requests might come across my way.

Right now the temperature is 95° with a real feel temperature of 105°. Despite that, I did go outside for about a half hour. I sat in the shade and puffed a nice Plasencia cigar. Nice size, decent ring gauge and overall a very pleasant little cigar. I look forward to having one again and again.

I rediscovered the Every Noise at Once website which has just about every type of music listed from around the world. It is sort of a companion to Radio Garden which has radio station signals from around the world, situated on a globe which one can spin and check out music from Dublin, Ireland or Colombo, Sri Lanka, or Montenegro.

The woman who cleans the fruit stand during the day is from Montenegro, so I played a few stations from there. The music was mostly in English and they do like the late Gregory Isaacs and his lovers rock reggae.

Mike is at his crib, Bill is at his gym and I am at the fruit stand. Yancy was here this morning, and it was not as bad as I anticipated, and it is never as bad as I anticipated. I’ve just been snacking all day, opting for fruit from the stand for lunch. A chilled orange and soon a banana.

Marcus has been asking my opinion regarding suits and I advised him as much as I could. He is looking to leave the fruit stand and I am hoping that he doesn’t but he says five years at the fruit stand is more than enough for him and he’s looking elsewhere, to the world of finance where I worked a couple of times in the past.

I told him that it is not as ‘laid back’ as the fruit stand and he realizes that, it’s just that familiarity breeds contempt and he is getting overly familiar with the fruit stand life and all it entails.