By now, my readers must know that I am an unreformed Marxist - Marx Brothers, that is....
I haven't seen DCD or Rose (a woman I used to work with) in ages. DCD is taking a hiatus from living with his girlfriend, and DCD was up in New York visiting friends/family before returning to her home in North Carolina. And I didn't recognize either at first, because of how different they looked the last time I saw them in person.
DCD is recovering from an operation, and there is a form of depression that has set into his life. I won't go into any details, but his life has been a shit storm for the past few years and nothing seems to be getting any better for him. Right now, he has a job that will start in May, but no car to get to that job. (Again, I won't go into any details on this either. But I will say that he admitted that his pigheadedness caused the problem which will likely end his car's life.) I'm rooting for DCD to continue his recovery. Yet I can't help but think that his illness will eventually claim his life.
We met at a Chinese restaurant in White Plains, instead of the Japanese place DCD suggested. Aberdeen is one of the better places for dim sum in the area, and I rarely have the chance to go there these days.. A few minutes after we sat down, Rose came in. I didn't recognize her for sure, so I didn't go over to her table to say hello. Given that it was over 10 years since I've seen her, both of our bodies have changed a bit. Rose's face became more matronly, and her body expanded to look like that of a well fed Italian Grandmother. When both of us finished our meals, Rose stopped by to say hello. Not too much to say, save that she moved to North Carolina. If I had the chance, I would have told her about my former coworker Frank, who suffered with terminal cancer while working and died 1 year to the day after he was laid off. I hope he lived long enough for his wife to collect the full lump sum value of his pension, instead of the ESOP (Employee Stock Ownership Plan) value that he would have received had he died before taking the pension.
All too soon, it was time to go. DCD had to make it home (with at his Mom's house), and I had to go and get my second Covid-19 booster shot. The last time I was at the Yonkers Armory, one had to have an appointment for a Covid shot and the place was filled with people on line for their shots, or waiting for their 15 minute observation period to end. Today, the place was mostly empty. Hopefully, we won't need the place for a 3rd round of booster shots....
