It’s 9:36 on Yom Kippur morning and I haven’t eaten yet.

I usually don’t fast because my sister Marcia fasts for my sins so I don’t have to. And also I haven’t really done anything bad this year but maybe I’ll give it a try.

I was talking to Marcia before. I know I’m not supposed to talk on the phone but it’s 9:42 now and I still haven’t eaten or had coffee so I can’t be held responsible if I act crazy.

I told her that I wanted to go to Hugh McCracken’s memorial in a few weeks so I wrote to dave to make sure that he wouldn’t be in NYC because then I wouldn’t go.

I wouldn’t want to see him and I certainly wouldn’t want to see HER.

He won’t be so I will go.

I really cared about Hugh and I love his wife so I’m glad about that.

Marcia asked me  “What did he blow?”

This goes back to an old story where dave and I were in a Hertz place waiting for a car and we struck up a conversation with a woman who had one too many facelifts and a lot of silver jewelry on and when she heard that dave was a musician, showing how hip she was, she asked “What do you blow?”

dave answered, “Piano”.

Well Hugh blew guitar and harmonica.

Which reminds me of a story about the late Sam Brown, also a guitar player. My friend Susan Appleman told me that Sam told her that he could tell time by looking at an apple but it was never the right time. Susan was forced to tell him that if it was never the right time then he can’t tell time by looking at an apple. This has nothing to do with nothing but it’s 9:58 and still no food.

Man, how did Ghandi do it?

I had a drink with David last night (before sundown) and I happened to mention that I was planning on meeting a friend of his, Donna, for a drink in the near future.

Let me give you a little history on this. Donna is someone I have never heard him utter a bad word about and that’s saying something. He’s known her forever and he loves and admires her so I wasn’t surprised at his reaction to this but even for him this was a bit harsh.

“What do you have in common with Donna? Let me help you with this. Zero.”

“I have plenty in common with her.”

“Oh yeah? She’s a white Anglo Saxon hedge fund executive, and you?”

“I’m white.” I said  “Oh yeah and we both know what an asshole you are.”

10:13 and I’m starting to hallucinate.