Back at the major fruit stand. I need to hide my disappointment, my disenchantment with being here. I arrived early before anyone, Yancey included. I sat and had a bagel and enjoyed my coffee and solitude.

Going back to my desk yesterday, after I had gotten onto the PATH train and crossed a state border- was a good idea. It turned out that I truly needed the notes which came in handy this morning.

And speaking of Handy, his beloved Wade arrived and they have plans to go to the Statue of Liberty this afternoon.

Meanwhile at the fruit stand where I am at, not much is happening. Violet more than likely could have handled the day on her own but it seemed my presence was required. At my American standard fruit stand, people are hovering around my desk needing passwords and what not to get things done. None of this leaves me feeling good but that could very well be my general paranoia.

It is Violet and me. Not much communication. Her mother is in the hospital. I am sitting where Janis sits since Janis is in the process of moving again. Which might be the second time this year or at least, as long as I know her.

I could take a nap.

Yancy doesn’t realize that Violet and I are ahead of him we planned our lunch hours a little while ago and then we get a message from Yancey saying we had to adjust our lunch hours.

I am in a concrete park now between 29th and 30th Street or I usually go when I’m at the major fruit stand and I’m not eating lunch at least not at this moment.

Tim Curry just passed away at 80. He had a stroke a while ago and never fully recovered. So tonight I’m sure social media and regular media will be posting things about Tim Curry. I know I will

Once again this is being dictated to the phone so if words go wrong it’s the machine not the man. And I am the man. Who is now on the road heading to a gig and will not be back until Sunday. Mike is with his beloved Wade off to the Liberty State Park to get a ferry to the Statue of Liberty.

I really should make an effort to avoid reading bad news no matter what I am doing or where I am because it doesn’t help me at all. But most of the news is bad news so should I avoid news altogether?
The atmosphere at the fruit stand…the word that comes to mind is diabolical. But I know that’s not the proper word. Just a month ago is totally different now it’s different. My superiors are enthralled with the one they call Scott. Yancy has a meeting with Scott at 1:00 p.m.

I can envision Scott asking Yancy she had to get rid of someone who would you get rid of and Yancey would think me.

I can’t help it feel that today could be my last day at the fruit stand. I don’t know but there is this feeling that my time is up.

It wasn’t my last day.