Friday, July 18th. 76 degrees. No Internet at work. No Wi-Fi which means no phones, no access to requests. I came in to find security wandering around telling me that the security cameras were down.

In order to save data, I am holding off from using my phone though I am using my phone to write this…

I was just thinking about Lick Nattanzio and trying to remember if there was some underhanded dealings that ol’ Lick was affiliated with. Thinking about Lick was from listening to Beginnings by Chicago. Con Jarroll considered them a favorite band and being the snot nosed punk I was (and still am) I would rib him mercilessly about his musical tastes. I am still indifferent to the music of Chicago but do appreciate a handful of their songs.

Con and Lick got along well. I was the odd man out which was a position I would eventually get used to, though 47 years ago it stung a little. Con and Lick could recite Odd Couple skits and they were not interested in my take regarding Plastic Bertrand and Ca Plane Pour Moi.

I had a good call with my brother Brian last night, almost an hour on a range of subjects. HBJ was mentioned since we both worked there albeit at different times.

There is an Asian gentleman sitting a few feet away from me whose live streaming and I seem to be part of his live stream so he’s part of this here blog.

I just had a half an hour meeting with my supervisor, the woman who makes the decisions on how I live my life for the past 3 months. It went well. I didn’t say anything but I did look good on the webcam.

I wrote down the elevator singing I’ll go crazy by James Brown earlier. I was at my desk singing “Skyy Can You Feel Me” by Raphael Saadiq. I am in a good mood, and why not? It is a Friday.
Mike is at my crib. Bill is on the upper west side getting ready for a play, rehearsal they call it and I am outside my building smoking a mini cigar.

I did have a plan to have halal food for lunch but I’ve just been snacking all morning and I’m not really hungry. I am eating just to pass the time, not for hunger so that’s that.

I got to the office this morning and there were two security people there. I asked someone what was going on and they said the security cameras were not working. So that was weird. It should not have any effect, and allowed me to do my job or so I thought without the watchful eye of Big brother.

But as luck would have it there was no internet either so I could not do my job so I sat and read a book at my desk which was fine because I only get a few minutes to read it and the book is picking up. For the past couple of days I thought it was quite dry but it seems to be picking up because I know of the players that are being written about.
I just had a nice phone call with Jimmy Chile; he’s such a good guy, and I made him laugh, which made me smile.

It is actually a gorgeous July 18th. The weather is just fine, not too hot, with a nice breeze, no humidity, which makes me cock an eyebrow.

So Thursday has arrived. It is July 17th my brother Brian’s birthday. The reason why I was anxious for Thursday to arrive was not just because of my brother Brian but because Thursday is payday and it gives me a chance to get my affairs into something resembling order.

I got to the office today to find Yance sitting in the area of my desk. It was a surprise but not that bad since he is a decent guy as far as I know though Jimmy Chile has told me otherwise. I read something about Mel Brooks last night about how to get your way and that’s to say yes all the time and not do it and it seems to work for him and dealing with yes it seemed to be the thing to do.

A few sparrows circle me on this hot afternoon and I sit where I sit in my spot in the shade where Bill Mike and myself were for the pride parade just a few weeks ago seems like a long time I suppose but time is relative. I spent a half an hour waiting for a salad to be picked up because I ordered it in advance but they were overwhelmed and I have to rethink that for next week.

Elim was the deli that I used to go to at 11 Park place downtown and that guy had known me inside out. He knew what I wanted. He’d stop what he was doing and make my salad. I didn’t have to say anything. I miss him and I miss being spoiled by such wonderful service and he always earned a good tip. If anything I am a good tipper.

Hello sparrows I say to the sparrows that are sitting near feet away from me eating whatever they can scrounge.

From Yance I have gotten another good review just verbal that’s good enough. He’s going to bat for me with the ABCD company because they feel that I am being taken away from my work to do training modules for the ABCD company. And I am somewhat but then again there are moments where I have absolutely nothing to do so he’s training modules are a way of passing time and watching videos on how not to harass people either physically or sexually.

The sparrows seem to realize that I am not harassing them which is a good thing at least the sparrows seem to think that. It’s not a bad day for Thursday in July on my brother’s birthday.

16 years ago, Annemarie and Earl and Julio and Stine and Bill and myself went to see Paul McCartney play at Citi Field. A splendid time was had by all. It truly was a magical night. The train ride out there the train ride back. Paul put on a magnificent show as he always does. He does love to please the crowd and he’s quite good at it. He always delivers the hits.

I thought today’s song would be Ghost train by Elvis Costello but it turns out to be Ain’t Too Proud to Beg by the Temptations via the Rolling Stones.

Part of my job today is a harassment training which I might have mentioned earlier and I just got over the subject of bullying which brought to mine Joselita Semen the closet case of BMSP I’m sure his wife and kid think he’s straight but his knees tell another story