Although it’s rare, sometimes I forget to grab my camera before heading out the door. When this happens I’m miserable for the rest of the day. I’m sure I’m going to miss the best photographs of my life. I went to the library yesterday, and of course that’s when I saw all these shots I could have had. Like the people crowded at the door of the ice skating rink behind the library, waiting for it to open.

I had to wait a long time for the Victoria biography I ordered to be brought up from the basement. It wasn’t a problem, I went nuts on Proquest, my favorite thing. I was looking for stories about choral societies around the country. When the biography finally came it was in Spanish. “Hola Isabel, como esta? Estoy bien gracias, e tu? Bien gracias.” <——The extent of my Spanish. Finney and Buddy's post-breakfast conk-out. conkout

Stacy Horn

I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.

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