11:15 AM June 24, 2026. Big fruit stand. Fairly quiet at the moment. That could change any minute. Working with Violet. Steely Dan Aja is playing for the second time. I figure that if I have to rearrange my lunch time to accommodate Violet then I will comandeer the music.

I actually thought about the music last night at home. Soft, easy going stuff. I started out with the Spinners Greatest Hits and now we’re on Steely Dan. I’m sure you can figure out where this is going. Then Boz Scaggs’ Silk Degrees came on…

There is a Pride event at this big fruit stand this afternoon though I am uncertain I was invited or allowed to take part in it. That’s fine. I’m always the odd man out at these types of things and if this type of thing can be avoided you know that I will avoid it.

So I have my scheduled lunch in 30 minutes. I am not hungry but that does not matter. I did bring a peanut butter and jelly sandwich which I will more than likely eat when I return and when Violet goes on her lunch break. I will sit in a concrete park a block away and enjoy a little cigar.

My sister flies in tonight. My brother has flown out to Colorado. They might not see each other this time. And with the whole thing involving getting older, who knows what’s what? Myself, I am anxious since I haven’t seen my sister in a few years and she has a discerning eye (& ears) and will probably worry about my state of health.

And an aspect of my state of health is directly related to having a small cigar at lunch time. After years of smoking both tobacco and marijuana something was bound to take it’s toll and Annemarie will definitely pick up on that. That is causing me enough anxiety already.

Yancy made it a point to seek me out and ask my opinion on Clive Davis’ passing. I told him that I didn’t work directly with Clive Davis, though I did work for someone who did, that I mentioned the other day in a previous post. Yes he was a legend of his own making.

I sent Mike a post about a possible job and he is interested in it but since he only has his phone, he is going to have to call me when I get home to work on it together. It should not be too difficult since I already have most of his information on my computer already.

It wasn’t difficult but I did mess up a bit by sending a list of references instead of a cover letter. I caught it soon after the initial sending, but I felt bad as I apologized on Mike’s behalf and re-sent the information. Is there comfort in knowing it’s for a custodial position and that grammatic accuracy is not a requirement for picking up trash in a public park in Manhattan?

Still, there is unease.