Battery Park

This morning, he was in his home (in California). He couldn't find his ashtray- the one he had in his lap, the one he had JUST set a lit cigarette down in. It had to be somewhere, but it just wasn't around. Never mind that hospitals don't generally allow smoking.

"Can you believe how many people there are in this house?" he asked. House? Yes, he wasn't in a hospital, he was at his home, relaxing.

He's obsessing on Diane Green. Yesterday morning, he was insistent that I call and cancel his flight out to New Jersey. At lunch, he told Jason to cancel Diane's flight to Minnesota. In the afternoon, he told me two stories- one of how Diane and Carol both visited him in the hospital, and that Diane stayed for a day... then later, he told how Diane's flight to Minnesota was cancelled midway, somewhere over Altoona, PA, and how she was miffed, having to take a bus with 17 people all the way back to New Jersey. This morning, he told me how thankful he was that he had flown out to New Jersey, and spent the week there with Diane.

I'm torn. I don't think I should contact Diane, because that is long since in his past. But I'm not sure... maybe she'd want to know. I know that I've spent the past couple of days calling his brothers and sister- family most of whom haven't made any effort at making contact for the past year and a half (and probably longer than that).