Firemen in front of my building for some reason (6643–50).
Face tree on 74th St. (6651–53).
EHSQ at Garden Sch. Neither Ch’s R. nor C’tine C. could be present so תאומא and I were the only attendees and, as usual when that’s the case, discussed no single topic, let alone any relevant issue.
Saw C’rl W., wearing a shirt that was much too small, emerging from a taxi in front of our building, and he was understandably preoccupied and didn’t notice me.
37th Ave. Theme of taxis but not hellos, continued. Wieners and antipasto salad from FD (20:36). R. S. seemed to look at me while rushing about but didn’t greet me. The okay evening manager looked rather chubby without his usual beard. بابر was visible standing in DR. C’rl, his large bare belly hanging out below the tiny shirt, and I passed one another crossing 73rd St., and I said hello but he was lost in thought and apparently neither heard nor even recognized me. On seeing a yellow taxi, a mother walking with her child began to sing the chorus of “Yellow Submarine,” replacing the word submarine however with taxi.