Last night I watched Hannah and her Sisters which I first saw in Boston in 1986 with Steven Saporito. I cried at the end, I found it quite moving.

I am presently at work and unable to work since I connect to the Wi-Fi network and that is unavailable to me at the moment. I have called the powers that be to help me out they did what they can others are unreachable get trying to connect with me when they get a chance

Bill is on the road somewhere in Pennsylvania and I’m in trouble with the tombstone blues hahaha

Yancey is the manager I am trying to connect to and he is unavailable. I can’t help but feel that this always happens to me. After 2 hours the problem was solved Jimmy Chile returned after an initial request for his presence much to Yancey’s dismay and he was able to help me out and was able to get it done in an unorthodox manner but still the job was done.

JD Vance has declared war on liberals. Perhaps the killing of Charlie Kirk lit the fuse for a potential civil war of not North versus South but left versus right. If that is the case I am on the list. It’s all too reminiscent of various things that I’ve seen on TV in the past couple of years we are sliding to a dystopian reality and it’s not as romantically portrayed as seen on TV.

Just talked to Mike for a few minutes. He’s assisting another ex-con and working or trying to find work, he was once counseled and now he is a counselor. Each one teach one is a favorite saying of Mike.

It’s funny, a few months ago we had arguments about how he doesn’t talk and he remarked about how his cell mates back in the day would say that he would never shut up. Now I find that to be true he never shuts up once he gets started oh he’s on a roll and no matter how meniscule the details he will tell you.

It’s Tuesday September 16 I think…I actually had to check I said the 17th only the 16th. It’s lunch time I’m out having a Padron 2000 enjoying it in the autumn afternoon and even though it’s not autumn yet that’ll be this weekend, it feels like it is already autumn. Tomorrow rain is scheduled but of course we won’t know until it actually happens. But it’s an okay day and hopefully the afternoon will fly by. I have a tentative meeting scheduled for 3:00 p.m. and I hope it doesn’t happen but if it does it will be on camera and I’ll have to answer all questions clearly and concisely.

The last of Bill’s aunts passed away last night or yesterday and Bill found out last night and he was understandably despondent. The last of the Mohicans as it were. I will greet him with a big hug and kiss when he comes home tonight after being away for the past 24 hours.

I had an encounter with Mark today that was reminiscent of George Costanza and his black boss working for the Yankees. I’ll have to get into it more later.
I talked about getting food from Chopt over the weekend with Billie and how I was reluctant to tell him since he had worked for Chopt years ago, and it ended badly. But it was so long ago, and it was a life lesson for him, and he has no bad feelings about me getting salad once a week from that restaurant.

People are so involved with their phones that they don’t know what floor they’re trying to get off on, even though they hit the button for a different floor of the elevator

Sex and social media
49 years ago, around this time of year, mid-September, I discovered I was gay. It was a shock, but I also knew it was true. I knew I had to hide it. My middle class Irish Catholic family would not understand, especially since I heard all the derogatory statements about gay people with the justification for gay bashing.

It was 1976 or 77, I was surrounded by information regarding the sexual revolution of the 70s, and I wanted some. I suppose it was 77 when I went to the rest area off Route 80, about 100 yards away from my house. I was warned about the spot, but it was a spot that, during the day, we used it as a shortcut, my friends and I. And at night, it was major cruising for men on the down low.

The first time I went at night, my parents were out, nobody else was home I was on my own. I strolled down the ramp into the walk-through of the rest area. A car followed me, and I thought it was Peter Plauchino, an older neighbor that I knew. But it was not and on Gunther Avenue the car pulled up, and I got in.

It was the first time I had contact with another man, and it was just a grope and a feel on my part, but it was my initiation. The driver lived in Clifton and wanted to know if I wanted to go home with him, but to me at that time in my life, Clifton was next to Pakistan and too far away for me.

I never saw him again, but I did meet other men, sometimes a few times, over the next couple of years. Married men, fathers would take me home, and I would have sex with them in their bedrooms while their wives were away. I thought nothing of it, and it was all fun and games, and it was for the longest time.

I figured out all the places that my parents wanted me about or places where I could go have sex, and I was 14 years old and quite horny. Nothing terrible happens, though there were awkward moments like when Edward Luther Williams was forcing men out of the men’s room at the Garden State Plaza.

Edward Luther Williams was a security guard who was married to my neighbor, but they had separated, and with the banging of the doors of the stalls, I was out, and I passed him and he looked at me right in the eye, and nothing was said, and I just kept going. I’m fairly certain that he probably told his kids to avoid me because I was a pervert.

Meanwhile, in present-day Manhattan…Mike has found a man his name is Wode. I’m sure it’s William Wode, but online he’s Sarge Wode. And I am genuinely happy for Mike. It’s actually a relief, like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders.
He wants what Bill and I have, so it’s been a work in progress for the past 25 years, I think Mike wants to just add water instant relationship thing, which I hope works out. I am sitting on the sidelines, keeping my mouth shut. I’ve seen some thing,s but I will not say anything.
Once again, I admit that I am glad that Mike is not a reader, and this blog so it’s been mentioned several times that this here blog does not register on his radar.