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Marc wants people to write more maturely

Marc had a group of summer interns at his office. He’s only met one personally. Thanks to COVID-19, all work is done remotely. Marc doesn’t care. But he misses his office. He likes to talk baseball and Star Wars with his officemates. He doesn’t get the same satisfaction doing it online.

Marc finished a Zoom with his crew. They were sweet young college kids. He planned an end of summer lunch at PJ Clarke’s on the Hudson. He figured it’d be nice to get them together even it was a farewell.

Of course, he was annoyed at some of the kids, as he called them. They communicated mostly via text and emails. He hated the way millennials write. If he saw one more text that read, “Good morning! How are you? I am so excited to be working on this project!!!!!! I can’t wait to go to the lunch!!!! Thanks so much for planning it!!!!!” All these annoying chats contained emojis of cats, dogs, flowers, and hearts. It made Marc sick. He discussed this with Alana. She felt the same.

Marc got to Clarke’s early. He spent an hour or two shooting photos of the Hudson River. He needed a beer before the crew arrived. It would help him. Dani a sweet intern. Not too cute. But sweet arrived shortly after him.

Marc thought it was nice to meet in person. So did she. Immediately she was posting this to What’s App and Tik Tok.

Marc deleted those apps. They annoyed him. She knew that. So, she shoved her phone into his face to show him. She wore this big grin. He saw all the emojis and exclamation points. She smiled at her. She got excited and took a photo and posted it.

Again, she shoved her phone in his face. This time he had it. He looked at her and unleashed a few pomegranate seeds. He fought with both seeds and the whole fruit. Dani was hit right in the face. She dropped her phone and started to cry as she picked it up. She had no clue what happened. Since he thinks she’s a sweet kid he splattered her with honey. She was laughing and crying. He bought her a Sierra Nevada Pale Ale. The rest of the gang arrived and they settled in for lunch.

During the gathering, he thought about his actions. Marc felt bad. But he had enough of the poor habits today’s kids have. It was burning him for the last few months. He did mention it to his pool of interns. Some got it. Some never will.

Alana goes back to the office

Thanks to COVID-19 Alana had been working from home. Today she finally went back to her office. For the most part, she did like working there. The office was having its employees rotate-some days home-some days in-house.

Alana was happy to see Jill and Murray. They were her buds. She saw Bill in the corridor. He was a nice guy. An older fellow waiting for retirement. He no longer cared about work or anything. He had been demoted two levels. But kept his salary and other benefits. He was not shy about letting everyone know he was just biding time till he could walk out with the retirement plan he wanted.

Some people let it go. They knew he was harmless. He was never an aggressive leader. He was somewhat competent. Somewhat lazy. But a likable fellow.

Of course, Alana who was mild-mannered in the office hated him. She found him immature. She felt he held back other people with his laissez-faire, I don’t care attitude. They got along. But he was so lazy. That irked her. They smiled at each other in the hallway and went to their desks. No one had offices. It was the Bloomberg-style open seating. No one cared. Most wore their headphones and listened to the tunes of their choice. Alana was listening the “Bela Lugosi’s Dead,” by Bauhaus. Her mix moved along to include the Sisters of Mercy, Siouxsie and the Banshees and for kicks Led Zep.

She plugged away. She went to the break room to get tea. Bill was there whining. She just shrugged her shoulders and got her tea. She went back to her desk. About an hour later she was in the elevator with Bill. They were going to buy lunch. They made simple chit-chat in the elevator.

Alana was pissed. She was not happy with the discussion with Bill. He was just getting under her skin. She knew how many people needed work and this piece of trash was just skating along. She always thought they should have let him go and brought in someone who would do the job and bring something to the plate. The only thing Bill brought to the plate was ham and cheese. The funny thing is he claimed it was kosher.

The two exited the elevator in the Rockefeller Center Concourse. Alana walked to the salad store. Bill walked to a sandwich shop. The concourse was empty. Alana stopped and watched him. These days she was not too aggressive. She knows what she can do. But Bill just made her angry. She launched an apple that nailed him in the back of the head. She did it for all the people who should get a break and have his job. Those who would work. Not drink coffee all day and bitch. He fell forward. She decided to drown him in wine. He wound up on the floor. Alana was about 10 feet away from Bill. He knew he was being attacked. But had no idea by who. While on the floor she pelted him with figs. She left him on the ground and bought a salad.

Meanwhile, Jay was in the prison yard. He was plotting his next escape. Anat was still debating with Ann and others about calling her mom.

Wedding plans continue

Anat woke up with a splitting headache. She knew she was fine. It was just jitters about her wedding. She and Dan set a date. But she had so much work to do. As smart as she is, She’s completely clueless about wedding planning. They knew they’d honeymoon in Israel. That was about all she was able to plan.

She was still ruminating over talking to her parents. She wanted them to see how she cleaned up. Ann suggested she give it more thought. She knew what Anat had been like. She remembered their first meeting when the police brought Jerry to the children’s center.

Anat sat at her desk and cranked Bauhaus. She wasn’t sure what her wedding song would be. She thought it’d be cute to dance with Jerry. The kid was just getting into Joy Division. So, she’d pick one of their tunes. The only argument she had with Dan was over the dress. He was hoping for her to be all dressed in white. She wanted all black with black make-up and nail polish. She won. But decided to just excite him she may wear white panties.

She stepped away from her desk and went outside. Jay was standing right in front of her building. He was ranting about getting Jerry back. He didn’t see her. She snuck up behind him and unloaded raisins and apricots. They smacked right into his neck. He turned around and tried to launch glass at her beautiful blue eyes. She ducked and refired. She plugged the dried fruit up his nose. He opened his mouth to breathe.

She filled his mouth with raisins. He started to choke. She kicked him in the knees. He went down. She texted Dan that he was at her building and acting crazy. She kicked him a few more times. She heard sirens.

A squad pulled up and they saw him on the ground. The officers assumed he was stoned. His eyes were bloodshot, and he had dried fruit all over him. They cuffed him and shoved him into the car. Anat was pleased. But knew he’d escape.

The three meet

Shockingly so far there was no social media or other coverage of the powers of Anat, Alana and Marc. None of Jay. At this point, Jerry only used his powers once. But he practices a lot. Obi-Wan would be proud.

The three got together at City Winery. Anat wanted to discuss what if anything she should tell Dan. The three looked at each other. Alana explained how her dear friend, Tzipora knew what she could do. But had no clue about the rest of the gang. She went over how she saved Stacy in a bar. Jen pretty much knew. But was so daffy she probably didn’t notice or understand what was going on. Sweet girl.

They raised their malbecs and decided to keep their powers quiet for as long as they could. They worried about Jerry. He’s only four. Little kids say a lot. But they make stuff up. And he was just getting into superheroes and Star Wars. Of course, none of that is made up. It is real.

Then Anat asked Alana to be in her wedding party. Ann was going to be maid of honor. She needed another person or two. She was going to ask Jen. Then she asked if she should call her parents. It was the first time she would have spoken to them since her grandmother passed.

Alana and Marc had no response. She did mention, Mike Mussina her first real crush agreed to come. She remembers sitting a few seats away in economics classes at Stanford. He said he’d wear an Orioles hat and not a Yankees one. He remembered her bizarre affinity for Boston. Marc was excited. He wished he’d wear a Bronx Bombers hat.

They discussed wedding security. All was well. They got up to leave and saw broken glass everywhere along Pier 59.

Pandemic Watch: Masked or not?

Recently, the CDC has relaxed mask guidance for COVID-19. As a result, states and cities have implemented their programs following the CDC’s mandate.

In my neighborhood mask wearing was not frequent from the beginning. Now it is almost not at all. I lived in mine and dealt with its issues, as written about in previous posts. See Pandemic Watch: Forgotten mask, Pandemic Watch: What will we do with our masks and gloves at the end? and Masks and Gloves.

Sometimes I felt undressed without one. I still wear it. But less frequently. I always have one with me. I guess it is like dressing for different weather situations. Of course, these days you never know what to expect from the weather. We had a wet chilly Memorial Day Weekend. Whereas a few days prior, it was sunny and in the 80s. So, when I am around more people on the street it is on. If the streets or venue is emptier it is off. Sort of like that sweater or sweatshirt.

About two weeks ago, I walked into New York Sports Clubs (NYSC) and was told if I am fully vaccinated mask wearing was optional. We’ve made progress. Yet caution remains present.

I went into the cardio room and saw most people wearing masks. Same in the weight rooms. Those rooms are a little tighter. Since day one of this policy at the gym, I’ve been monitoring mask wearing. Keep in mind, I go early. That’s usually a quieter time.

I’ve noticed more people in a large socially distanced cardio room wearing their masks and removing them for a few minutes. They put them back on. I’ve done this, too. It helps with breathing and visibility. My glasses fog up. Similar has gone on in the weight room. I go to more than one NYSC. Things are similar among clubs.

The other day I went to the Guggenheim. Masks are still required. That seems to be the case in our city’s museums. I exited it and walked to meet mom at 23rd and Sixth Avenue. On the emptier streets along Museum Mile and the Upper East Side, I was masked. As I traveled more downtown, I was unmasked.

I’ve been to a few restaurants and venues providing live entertainment with food and drinks. Great to see live music again. Far too long without it. These venues have their mask rules. Some seem insane. But I get the reasoning.

The questions I have and in conversation with some are we ready to forgo the masks? What is our level of concern? Does it make a difference where we are and who we are with? For me it does.

See prior posts

Pandemic Watch: Patti Smith brings live music back to City Winery NYC

Pandemic Watch: Patti Smith brings live music back to City Winery NYC

Pandemic Watch: Forgotten mask

Pandemic Watch: Forgotten mask

Pandemic Watch: Shopping before a predicted snowstorm

mitchellthoughtsblog.wordpress.com/2021/02/01/pandemic-watch-shopping-before-a-predicted-snowstorm/

Pandemic Watch: Keeping it clean

Pandemic Watch: Keeping it clean

Anat is confused

Happily, engaged. Nervous. Scared. All of that described Anat. All her life she was miserable, picked on, friendless and socially awkward. It didn’t stop her from getting great grades and securing a good job. Here she was a mom and engaged.

She debated in her mind if she should tell her parents. She hasn’t spoken to them in decades. The first person she told was Anne. She was the one who prepped her for her dates with Dan. More importantly, she helped with the adoption of Jerry after she saved him when he was abandoned by his parents.

Anne was elated. She promised to plan a bridal shower. She called Jen. The two had formally made amends. Anat no longer cared that Jen abused her in summer camp. Their kids were becoming friends.

Then she thought twice about Marc and Alana. She had to tell them. She knew they’d come to the wedding. Her next issue was where to hold it? The City, Stanford (she loved it there) Staten Island or Tel Aviv. She knew Alana would be happy for her. She also knew she’d be upset that she wasn’t married. But as she and Marc stated all the time, they knew marriage was not in their path. The three of them fought like monsters. But eventually, to keep Jerry safe they came together. She considers them trusted friends and advisors.

She texted them. Alana was very happy for her and asked what help she needed. Marc said the same. She also texted her college crush, Hall of Famer Mike Mussina. They were friends at Stanford and they did email or text once in a while. He said he’d like to make a toast at her wedding. She was jittery.

She sat down with Jerry. He was excited. He asked if he would ever get a brother or sister. She didn’t know how to answer. For a natural birth, Anat was close to the end of that ability. Or maybe not. She didn’t know if her superpowers extended her fertility. Speaking of those, Dan still had no idea about what she could do. How would she keep that secret from him? Or should she?

Anat’s big day

Alana took care of Jay on her own. He was stoned and sitting on the hood of her Infiniti. She went nuts. She sprayed him with so much wine and figs. She nailed him in the head with an apple. He fell off the car and hit his head on the pavement. Alana told Tzipora to jump in. She sped away onto the FDR Drive.

Meanwhile, Marc was home having a debate with his friends about who was better Bauhaus or the Sisters of Mercy. This debate has been going on for decades. He and his gang loved them all. Right now, Marc was happy with the Sisters of Mercy. Of course, he knows Peter Murphy speaks to him through his dark tunes. Shavuot was coming up.

Marc and Alana hate cheesecake. So, they decided they would bake brownies. The two went all over town to find brownie mix. No store had it. They wondered if there was a ban on brownies or are other forces at work? Marc knew a guy who had a connection to brownies. He would reach out to him. The two were not one hundred pleased with religion but decided to give the holiday ago. They may not follow it as strictly as others. No one actually knows how it happened. It is all conjecture.

On the other hand, Anat was home baking a big cheesecake filled with raisins. She was going to make salmon and sole. Jerry was helping her bake challah. Like the cake, loaded with raisins it was. She had cheese to serve as an appetizer. She invited Dan’s whole Staten Island family to her penthouse.

Jerry was still eating lots of olives and practicing his “olive powers.” Taller and stronger he was getting. Dan and Jerry were getting along great.
Dan came over first. He said he was going to take Jerry for a walk. Anat was fine with that. It gave her some alone time to finish the meal preparation. She had a few hours to go before she couldn’t turn on the oven. She planned to follow more strictly than Alana and Marc. She got out the fancier plates and utensils and waiting for Dan’s family to arrive.

Dan and Jerry walked back in. Jerry had a big smile on his face and ice cream all over his shorts. Anat just laughed at him. She told him to change. He pouted and said no. She gave in. She figured it was just the craziness of being a mommy.
Dan walked up to Anat. Jerry stood at his side holding his hand.

Dan looked directly into her hazel green eyes. Anat had flour all over her shirt and some wound up in her hair.

Dan smiled. Jerry did the same. Jerry took a small box out of his stained navy Gap shorts. He laughed and smiled as he tossed it like a cutter over to Dan.
You can see where Jerry’s baseball allegiance was going to wind up. Anat would have to live with it.

Dan caught the box and opened it. He was shaking. So was Jerry. At first, Anat was scratching her allergy-affected eyes. She opened them and looked at her two boys. She saw the ring and ran over to Dan. He smiled. He placed it on her finger and asked her to marry him. She started to cry.
Of course, she said yes.

Tzipora and Alana get together

Alana and Tzipora went for a walk. Tzipora was carrying Shira. The two ladies had not seen each other in a while. Tzipora just went back to work from maternity leave and was spending all of her free time with her baby and Eran. Everything was going well. Shira is a sweet, easy-going infant.

The two were at the South Street Seaport. They looked at the boats. Shira was so calm. As usual, Alana’s heart and soul were wishing for a kid. But she knew that wasn’t her true calling. The two ladies walked toward the Brooklyn Bridge.
Jay was living in a cardboard box near the Manhattan Bridge. The ladies were walking toward that bridge.

As they moved, Alana told Tzipora they needed to turn around and head back toward Pier 17. Tzipora nodded her head and turned around. She had no idea why. It was a pleasant day and masked people were keeping their distance. Alana had a bad feeling.

The two ladies found a bench near the recently built structure to replace the old Pier 17 mall. They bought ice cream. Tzipora covered herself up and fed Shira. Alana just licked her cone.

A soft breeze blew. Alana loved it. All of a sudden Tzipora said she felt something blow into her neck. She was done feeding Shira and put her into Alana’s arms, while she looked in the mirror. Her neck was slightly red.
The two sat there. They figured it was debris blowing around from the slight breeze. Sadly, it wasn’t. It was glass.

Alana said they had to go. Swiftly they rose and headed down Water Street in the direction of the Staten Island Ferry. Alana texted a Jay alert to Marc and Anat. The ladies kept walking. Alana’s car was not far from the Ferry Terminal. She figured they get in and drive Tzipora and the baby home.
As they approached the car Jay was waiting.

Pandemic Watch: Patti Smith brings live music back to City Winery NYC

Patti Smith on City Winery’s stage

April 11 — Last night, my cousin and I sat at our own City Winery NYC table enjoying personal Margherita flatbreads and chardonnay. About 100 other people each at a private table for their party were doing similar. We were all waiting for the return of live music. At about 8:15 p.m., Michael Dorf, owner, City Winery came on stage to say thanks for coming and welcome back. Minutes later Patti Smith, Tony Shanahan and Jackson Smith emerged and began playing. Jesse Paris Smith performed with her mom and brother during different portions of the performance. Opening with “April Fool,” Patti and her bandmates brought cheers, smiles and raised glasses from her audience.

The audience was mesmerized. She grasped our attention from start to finish. No one wanted it over. We all wanted to stay all night.

Patti Smith performing at City Winery

Over the past year, I was supposed to see the Alarm, Morrissey, Ringo Starr & His All-Starr Band, an opera, a few NY Philharmonic performances and many Yankee games.

After several postponements Morrissey finally canceled. That was super sad. It made every day certainly like a Sunday — Silent and grey. Ringo rescheduled a few times and is now supposed to happen in June 2022. Let’s see if the yellow submarine emerges. The Alarm may happen this June. I suspect sixty-eight guns will fire if they perform.

The Yankees refunded my ticket fees. Being the die-hard fan I am, last Thanksgiving, I purchased several tickets for the 2021 season. Due to the social distancing requirements, so far my tickets have been voided. I can get my money back or credits from Ticketmaster. But the catch is you have to buy at least two. Usually, I bought just one. Is it lonely? Yes and no. Sure you want to high-five your friends when the Yankees play well or cry together. But if you are alone you can get there as early as you want and not worry about anyone. I get to ‘Da Bronx hours before a game. There is too much to do pre-game to arrive just a half hour or so before. Many do that.

Lincoln Center is hard at work trying to bring back its live performances. I’ve watched several streaming performances from the Philharmonic, Depeche Mode, Pearl Jam, U2 and others.

I discovered a few new bands this way, including Slooshy and the Weird Wolves. Give them a listen.

Back to Patti. She was the right one to bring live music back for me. And many others. She’s an amazing performer. Very few people have the stage presence she does. I loved her poetry during the show and her stories. She did a few Dylan covers and threw in a tune from Stevie Wonder. She memorialized her late husband, Fred Sonic Smith. It was classic Patti.

The new City Winery is amazing. Beautiful building. Delicious wines. I jumped from white to red.

Merlot from City Winery

It is good to be back. Looking forward to my next trip. Stay safe and remember the people have the power.

Prior posts.

Pandemic Watch: Forgotten mask

Pandemic Watch: Forgotten mask

Pandemic Watch: Shopping before a predicted snowstorm

mitchellthoughtsblog.wordpress.com/2021/02/01/pandemic-watch-shopping-before-a-predicted-snowstorm/

Pandemic Watch: Keeping it clean

Pandemic Watch: Keeping it clean

Pandemic Watch: Forgotten mask

About a week ago, I was walking to my usual Friday evening destination. I bumped into an acquaintance heading to the same location. I was wearing a mask. He was not. He is a stickler for the personal protective equipment. We exchanged hellos. He quickly apologized for forgetting to wear his mask. We both knew he’d receive a brand new one when we arrived. He was very embarrassed.

I reassured him not to worry. Even mask obsessed me accepted his mistake. I knew he forgot. I once forgot my mask and walked down a few steps in my building heading to the gym. I raced back to get it. And I mean raced back to my apartment to grab one of my many masks and was back on the proper trail.

These days some people are letting their guard down. Some are not. But even the strictest of us forget our masks. Sometimes simple distractions like running in and out from the incinerator or to the mailbox are when forgetfulness occurs. I rarely get mail. For the record, that hasn’t happened to me. Sometimes when running in and out and realized you forgot your gym gloves or lock. Often you wind up pulling the mask off while you grab your forgotten items.

So why do we forget to put them back on? We can dig deep into this. Sort of like when your high school English teacher would make you deeply explain “Macbeth.” Remember when your teacher wanted you to ponder what story Shakespeare was telling?

So when we forget to wear our masks is it an honest mistake? Were we so caught up in other things that it slipped our minds? Are annoyed that it’s been over a year and we are still in the same situation? Are we not wearing the annoying masks out of protest? Did you get your first or second vaccine shot and feel immune? My first shot is tomorrow. The list is endless.

On a side note, quite often when I get home I don’t take it off. I keep wearing it. When I finally do remove it, I feel like something is missing. I feel not fully dressed.

Like everyone, I dream of the day we can burn the masks.

Pandemic Watch: Shopping before a predicted snowstorm

mitchellthoughtsblog.wordpress.com/2021/02/01/pandemic-watch-shopping-before-a-predicted-snowstorm/

Pandemic Watch: Keeping it clean

Pandemic Watch: Keeping it clean