Friday...totally open....

but for what...actually slept well last night, nervous because chicken tenders that I had at Bark kind of overwhelmed my stomach (not the greatest choice to make in the first place), but woke up in pretty good shape. Mind overwhelmed by possibilities. Lay in bed, trying to conceive what it means to be approaching
70. Also, fifty years from my senior year at Hopkins, the year that defined me  (or my needs) through most of my adult life. Just heard that a friend from that time has a serious illness---another friend whom I mentored (he was a freshman; I was a senior) has passed away. Strange, it is impossible to think of him as anything but an eighteen year old. Last night, the debate, found myself annoyed at answers, also questions, then went to Frank's Lounge on Fulton---filled with people, apparently Lucas hosts an activist get together once a month and this was it. Nice conversation wiht Jodene, afterwards, was hungry, did not want to go to Mullane's;
not interested in just pizza, ended up by my own volition at Bark. Strange place, not too crowded, but not very interesting and not much of a contact place. But inexpensive, which I suppose was the main reason I chose it. Wonder if I wasn't too tired, if I could just walk down fifth avenue through the slope, is that it for
you cityboy...life just a series of endless walks? Well not today, a little too hot for walks, plan is to go to the Met this afternoon, see some of the photo exhibits and keep cool...this evening....endless possibilities, but will probably end up at La Flaca, have not checked in with Bobby for a while. Tomorrow, at least one performance, but maybe more...let it happen....