Back at my fruit stand today. I am happy about that though I did leave an undershirt hanging in the closet at the major fruit stand and I’m trying to figure out how to get it from there to here. I have an idea don’t know if it’ll work but it is an idea.

The usual Thursday morning 8:30 meeting was canceled due to the fact that my boss’s boss’s boss is in town and my boss’s boss it’s a bit intimidated, perhaps afraid. A housekeeper I know told me that this is the third or fourth boss’s bosses boss that has crossed the threshold.

There are gray skies today. Which will more than likely affect my lunch break. So it changes by the minute things could be different around lunch time.

I just remembered Paul Galvin in 1976, buying Camel cigarettes thinking that since they were ‘Turkish Blend’ there would be hashish in them. Those were the days of smoking cigarettes illicitly on Essex Street, on the border of Lodi and Rochelle Park.

So on my lunch break I went to the big fruit stand from my fruit stand to pick up my undershirt which I left hanging in the closet. While I was there I spoke to Janis and asked her about what was going on with her and she told me quite a tale of woe.

Much too much to get into here but she did move to this place in November of last year and not even a year later she’s on her way out if not out already.

I heard from Mike and his beloved Wade. The trip to the Statue of Liberty yesterday went well. They did not climb up to the crown, they were at the pedestal at the base. I myself have never been there. I’ve been to Ellis Island but never the statue itself.

Last month I had to reschedule an appointment for Mike so he can get his real ID and today was the date so Mike and his beloved Wade were able to get an Uber from Jersey City to North Bergen and get the job done which despite a hiccup it was completed and Mike should receive his real ID in the mail within 20 days.

It was a bit rainy at lunch time but not as rainy as it is now. I know I did not have to go up to the big fruit stand today but I did nonetheless. I knew it would be raining a lot harder at the end of the day than it would in the middle of the day so I hopped on the PATH train and rode up to 33rd Street.

On the way back I walked and it was raining a bit but not too bad. Of course my beloved Bill calls while I’m walking down the street smoking a little cigar in one hand while holding the umbrella in the other as well as the phone.

I love Bill very much but I swear he has the worst timing and I’m fine with that. I’m used to it; after 26 years I ought to be.

This has been another dictated entry into the blagosphere or what have you