I had another vivid dream last night. They seem to occur mostly Monday mornings. In this one, several people who used to work at the commodity exchange were living in the same house. I was invited to move in, but declined when I saw a certain someone was an occupant. I suppose I didn’t want to go back to eating my heart out. The only other person who wasn’t vague was Mary Ellen, a long time clerk, who was the spokesperson for the property. I have no idea why she was in it. I hardly ever spoke to her. The dream reminded me of another unrequited love, Peggy, who I was crazy about for a decade and who preceded my time at the Exchange. One of her fantasies was that every significant person of her life would live in the same apartment building. The mind never ceases to fascinate.
I had planned to take the floating bookshop to the hipster haven of Park Slope today, but the forecast scared me off. I did what I used to do before people started donating books to me. I went to the busy intersection of Bay Parkway and 86th Street with just my own books. If it started raining, all I had to do was take shelter under the train station. Hundreds passed but not one person was impressed enough to question me. Fortunately, several people I've befriended stopped and wished me well. The opposite side of Bay Parkway, where Vinnie the Retard used to strum his two-string guitar, seemed eerily clear. A Citibank has replaced the fruit market whose stands filled most of the sidewalk.
The day wasn't a total loss, as I finally got around to shopping for shorts, which were on sale at Modells. I bought two pair for $18 and, to my surprise, was not taxed. One pair falls below the knees. I hate that! And neither has a back pocket. I'd been hoping to score pairs on sale on the net, but was unable to get free shipping on any potential order. While in the store, I ran into an old high school teammate, Gus, who just became a grandfather for the third time. I believe we're the last two in Brooklyn. Everyone else has dispersed. Stuie keeps posting pictures of the Hudson from his boat on Facebook. Joey P. just turned 63 in his adopted home, California. Life rolls on.
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