As I was coming up from discarding stuff in the basement, the elevator stopped at the lobby and Mart. entered. (Was that R’da’s voice I heard?) When I got off, I wished him a good day whereto he grumbled “You too.”
37th Ave. Passed a postal worker that could have been R’da at a storage box. Many loudly dripping awnings from post‐nor’easter thaw. Paid the NYBD rent at QPH and discussed relevant issues with C’los C. Rôtisserie chicken, sliced poultry, salami, both chicken and mixed‐meat Franks, cheese ends, spicy guacamole, sour cream and m.s.g. from FD. Chatted with Jay K. therein and mentioned two others with the same initials.
A man was changing or repairing the lobby lock as I entered the bldg., and Cor. was there watching him with green hair whereon I commented.