I am nursing a cuppa STOK COLD BREW COFFEE, UNSWEET.
At this point it's simply ice water.
We had an excellent New Directions meeting last night. I decided to deposit our receipts directly into American Heritage. Their new bldg is finished. Same place but I'm very unsure of myself when I drive there.
Scott routed me.
As I'm driving I think, Oh no, I've forgotten my pocket book, with my ID in it.
The new bldg is nothing short of palatial. That's how I'd describe Janssen Pharmaceutica when I'd drive out to Titusville NJ for the Compass to be printed free.
View here. A few folks have died since then. Carol Caruso and Ron Abrams. I'll tell you, if I could bring Ron back, I would. In my last short story, Peach Cobbler for Dessert, I named Clara's late husband, Ron.
Wendy Davidson, you come back too, okay?
Janet Taylor died and I attended her funeral and met her brother Paul, who I wrote a short story about called THE RUNNER.
For dinner I'm eating Chicken Salad made at the Giant and recommended by Tiara. What a sweetheart!
The new bldg looks something like this but far smaller. Actually it looks nuffin like this!
You're greeted by columns. When you pass thru you feel like you're Caesar entering the Emporium.
Damn, that adder sting hurt!
Plop! Thud!
So I enter the new bldg.
How are you today, asked a man.
Not good, I said, I left my ID at home.
I'm sure we can help you, he said.
He was none other than the Branch Manager.
Steven Meischen or something like that.
Orig from the Delaware area.
I gave him the money, which he counted twice. Forty four dollars.
Is that all? It was, plus a check which I endorsed.
To deposit everything, I had to remember passcodes.
Finally I got the one beginning with B as in Bela or Bartok or Beethoven's Eroica Symphony.
When I left there are a dead lanternfly on the sidewalk.
I went back in and talked to Steve about it.
I know, he said.
Well, you have groundskeepers there, I said. They should clean it up.
I'll not put a pic up but will send you a description of the lovely insect who is singlehandedly ruining ash trees, which lie by the side of the road like logs for log cabins
So long for now.
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