It is as expected, the only people in the office are the housekeeper and me, not sure if Jimmy Chile is in. I’m sending him a message right now to find out.
So it’s Jimmy, me, and the housekeeper. The gentleman who looked older than me, but I can never tell these days, strode by my desk. He was in the office for about 10 minutes at most, and then he left. Employees who work for the fruit stand are off, but people who are contracted to work at the food stand.
Bill and I saw a play called The Popes of Farragut Street. It was a good play, it was better than the play that Bill was in August. There was a plan to have Mike join us, and I tried calling him five times on Monday, five times on Tuesday, and for those 10 times, he did not answer the phone, so any offer for him to join us did not come to fruition
Bill was a bit anxious about Mike and his 15-minute attention span, that if he wasn’t feeling like playing within 15 minutes, he would pull out his phone, but he’s not that type, he’s very much into the theater and would like to know more about it, and the play was just that good that it would have drawn his attention.
During the first act, a few women, a couple of rows ahead of us, pulled out their phones and looked at them in the darkness of the seating, which was an annoying distraction, and I knew Mike would never have done something like that.
And Bill and I met Ralph Carter, who played Michael Evans in that 1970 show Good Times. Ralph was a gentleman and happy to know that he had fans and people who appreciated him all these years later, like 50 years later.
The play was in the afternoon, so I was home by 6:45, and Bill had to head out to the garage to pick up the company car since he had to be at the company garage at 2:00 a.m., actually get up at 2:00 a.m. to be at the garage by 3:00 a.m.
So there has been a plan for Mike to join Bill and I and a trip to Garfield on Thanksgiving that was the plan, and then this morning, talking to Mike on the phone it seems like his Beloved is making plans to come here for Thanksgiving, flying in on Wednesday leaving on Sunday which would take Mike out of the equation of traveling to Garfield.
It seems the beloved just begins things at the last minute, no matter the cost or the difficulty, in a booking for an airplane ticket for 48 hours in advance
After I finish this rigmarole, I’ll get Mike to call to find out the status of this situation. I’ve gotten off the phone with Bill and did not mention it to Bill because I have a feeling Bill would get very upset with this turn of events, and he’s working, and I’m working, but neither one of us needs that smoke
45 years later, actually more like 50 years later, I am reminded of something that happened with William Murphy. I believe the first time I met him, I immediately made fun of him, telling him that his face looked like it had been set on fire and put out with a fork. Which is something my brother used to say as a joke…
From that day forward, William Murphy had it in for me and did all he could to make my four years of high school hell. He succeeded somewhat, but I got through it unscathed and years later remembered that I probably said something really snotty like that to make him hate me and want to kill me, that’s it, and it was cruel. He may have been a nice guy, but I instantly made an enemy of him. I regret that.
