Distracted. Easily distracted. It’s been going on for the past hours and finally, I got it together and here I am. A bike riding day. Gotta get them in while I can. It feels like if I end it, it wouldn’t be because of the weather but more than likely because of the people. There are more of them out and not many of them are bright. I’m being kind.

I think I should get that very loud horn since what I am currently using doesn’t seem to get the point across. And the point is, ‘Here comes a big white guy on a bicycle going 12 miles per hour and does not want to hit you’.

And the Citi bike renters are the worst. They don’t know the rules of the road. And they’re pretty loose rules, easy to understand. It’s all a matter of cooperation and common sense, but they don’t seem to know how to do the former and lack in the latter. Other than that it was average, nothing to see her, pedal on.

Bill is going off for a few days. He says five but if it’s anything like last time it may go longer. But this time there is another iron in the fire, of which it is not my business to write about here, so I won’t.

Oh, these distractions keep calling. I went there and now I’m back. It was only a minute or so.

I’m a bit tired from the bicycling this weekends. My knees ache but that’s probably from sitting in front of a desktop for the past few hours and getting distracted. There was a container of CBD ointment that Bill and I use that had mysteriously vanished.

I think there are some interdimensional pockets in this apartment where things go for a time and then reappear later on. I swear I saw it yesterday afternoon but by last night it was missing in inaction.

Sometimes it’s Bill who will move things that had been in the same spot for years and then all of a sudden they’re gone. In those cases, I have a pretty good feeling Bill did something. Why would a pair of pliers want to go off to another dimension?

And then I ask Bill and he tells me ‘Oh, I did such and such with them’ and then he hands it over. But the CBD ointment though…

Feels like it’s back to school tomorrow but it’s back to work. No feeling of dread which is good. Last night’s post was something different. I enjoyed it. The notes came in handy and I do take notes on my phone.

Not writing anything on the phone mind you, just notes, ideas, observations. In this day and age, one has to be careful about what they post on the interwebs. So not all notes, ideas, or observations make it to the phone. They remain in the musty recesses of my mind. I’m enjoying writing this even though I don’t think anyone is reading it, and that’s OK.

Late! I keep forgettin’! Here are some notes…

Friday evening: Tying up loose ends. The last time I saw Rand I gave him a handshake and I think he was expecting a hug since I gave his wife Lisa a hug. I’ve been thinking about it ever since.

I intentionally did not give him a hug I was trying to be funny but it didn’t come off that way. So tonight I just saw Rand and I demanded that I give him a hug and I did just that.

I’ve known Rand over 40 years. Amazing! I DJ’d at his wedding to Lisa. That was a blast and a half. I think that was 30 years ago.

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This afternoon while bicycling:
Her: That’s a fun buzzer
Me: Yes and it sounds like you
Her: Like me?
Me: Yes. Annoying

Then she said something else and I didn’t quite hear cuz I was about 100 ft away. I regret it because she might have actually been thinking it was a fun buzzer and I turned it into something stupid.

I’m used to people being rude sometimes when I bike and I was defensively offensive.
No excuse!

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I guess summer is over now that all the stupid people are on the sidewalks in bike paths wearing their earbuds.

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A woman standing on the bike path at the corner of Marin and 18th in Newport.
I say to her “Darling, You’re standing in the bike path. That’s not a good place to be if you’re not on a bike ” A fellow bicycler chuckled when he heard me say that

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Pauls

Paul Hanley. I knew Paul Hanley in 1976-77. We were at school at Paramus Catholic, our freshman and sophomore years. We both enjoyed the Beatles. He gave me a copy of John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band. It was a trade but I don’t remember what I swapped. I think he lived in Hillsdale. I grew up in Lodi. Paramus Catholic is a regional high school so I never saw him or anyone else outside of school. Except for Kevin Wagner and that other guy, I mentioned a few weeks ago. Paul and I did go to Manhattan once to see the St Patrick’s Day. Alone, unsupervised. Nothing bad happened and it set the seed for a future endeavor. I never saw Paul again after 1977

Paul Rigby. I worked with Paul Rigby in Saddle Brook at HBJ. We were movie buddies a few times. I saw Flash Gordon and Tootsie with him. I’m pretty sure he was gay. He went to Boston University and talked a lot about a Boston band called Rat Race Choir, which I didn’t know then, but is a line from a Bob Dylan song.

Paul Balderas. A deep guy. I fancied him somewhat, one of a series of straight male friends that I crushed on, sometimes unknowingly. Paul went to school with Rand, Jane, and a few other people that I knew. We shared a chemical bond of what seemed to be MDMA. I thought of him as a Kerouac type of guy, though I’m not sure if he felt the same. He was quite good looking and he knew it but there was no conceit. Some other tales are best left unsaid.

I almost included Paul Wickliffe. I worked for Paul at Skyline Studios and the main memory was when I really heard Take Five by Dave Brubeck. I asked him about it and he was somewhat thrilled to have someone younger than him, a music aficionado asking about a piece of music that the must have loved passionately. But that was about all I had about that particular Paul.