Author: Stacy Horn

Someone posted the video below on Facebook. It’s freaking brilliant. So I start googling to learn about Run Wrake, the person who made it.

That’s when I learned he died in 2012, at the age of 47. Damnit cancer. I hate you. (Lost my mother to pancreatic cancer.) I’m going watch his other videos, but watch this one. You’ll thank me. And I’m sorry we lost such a talent. My condolences to his family.

I am. For one. Full details here. March for your children’s children. And for the puppies (and all life). This shouldn’t be a political issue. (This basket of puppies was from the Adoptapalloza event at Union Square a week or so ago.)

Yesterday a pigeon got trapped in what looked like some string on the roof across the street. The poor pigeon was hanging upside down, flapping it’s wings frantically, clearly terrified. Birds were flying all around it, screeching, just as frantic. It was horrible.

Luckily, a friend from choir lives in that building so I emailed her right away and asked if she’d let me in so I could try to free it. She responded almost instantly and said she’d buzz me in and meet me by the elevator. In the time it took me to throw on some clothes the bird had managed to free itself, thank God. I’m afraid of heights and it would have involved some serious leaning over action in order to reach down far enough. I would have done it, but I was freaking out just imagining it.

The spot where the pigeon was caught was on the red building, on one of those repeating ornamental things under the roof overhang, I don’t know what they’re called. Here’s the view from my window. A closer looks follows.

I thought it was a loop of string, but it looks like they’ve made a nest inside one of those things I don’t know the name of. That’s a very small opening. Maybe the pigeon got it’s leg wedged into one of the sides somehow. I hope I don’t witness that again. But I do hope to see babies soon!

I’m guessing. What’s amazing about this picture is that it’s a Polaroid. It’s pretty incredible that it survived at all given how it’s been stored and smashed around over the years. I have a vague memory of scanning and uploading this picture before, so forgive the duplication if I did.

The dog is Brandy, our first pet. My heart clenched seeing her in this shot, proving that love, for pets, never dies.

Interesting juxtaposition, no? The American Stock Exchange, which is now the New York Stock Exchange, unless this is something else with a similar name.