~Wednesday~ I was up at 5:20, left my house at 5:30, and picked up Joe at 5:45 for an airport delivery of his body to the US Airway terminal for yet another trip to Pennsylvania to address family issues. Back home, I had a quick breakfast, and brewed four cups of coffee while I made … Read more
~Wednesday~ It’s not my favorite thing to start my work day off with an hour-long meeting right when I get there. (I’m well aware that I could have gotten there earlier.) A couple of things made it an extra drag today; that is, other than the fact that it was first thing in the morning: … Read more
~Saturday~ NY State Senator Tom Duane Gives Gripping, Angry Speech on AIDS. At around 3 am Thursday, New York State Senator Tom Duane, who is gay and HIV+, delivered a mesmerizing, emotional 21-minute speech on the Senate floor at the end of a marathon session in favor of a bill preventing people living with HIV … Read more
~Wednesday~ I read on the bus on the way in. Uneventful. For the bus home, I was joined at the bus stop in front of the SECU by the “Genetics-Studying Lady” and her adorable little daughter. I haven’t seen them for a while, but these are the two about whom I’ve said before that I’ve … Read more
~Wednesday~ Today’s buscapade revolves around how acoustics can affect getting “the dirt.” Imagine this depiction of the first few seats on the bus. In the past, whenever I’ve referred to a bus having two center-facing seats in the front, this is the kind of set up I’m talking about, and it was the seating arrangement … Read more
~Saturday~ I had a lazy morning, and did a couple of loads of laundry, the second one being my sheets. I look forward to fresh, clean, soft ones tonight! I met Robert at 4:00 at his sister and her husband’s farm out in Orange County, where we enjoyed three hours of a very interesting collection … Read more
~Wednesday~ Today’s buscapade: At one stop a young man—a student I’m guessing—got on the bus with a totally clear plastic backpack on. I never saw such a thing. That phrase so reminds me of this infamous sign on I-95 running between North and South Carolina: But I digress… The clear backpack was tightly packed with … Read more
~Wednesday~ This morning’s buscapde includes a hurried threesome, a Marlon Brando lookalike, and some butt floss. The bus was running early today, and at one stop, three ladies boarded: the first one I’m quite sure walked like a duck, talked like a duck, and slept with other female ducks—I know she dressed like a duck the … Read more
~Saturday~ The uniformed police officer knocking on the door to the townhouse across from mine, but not getting any answer, made me think of reasons why he’d be doing that: Someone is suspected to be dead inside. To serve a subpoena. To serve an eviction notice. To follow-up on a noise ordinance complaint. What I … Read more
~Wednesday~ Today’s buscapade is a riddle! You’re driving your car to work in the pouring rain when you see three people on the side of the road at an uncovered bus stop. You recognize one as your best friend waiting to go to work, the second is your perfect lover, someone that if you met … Read more