Stacy Horn

My only plans today involved reading, going to Adoptapalooza in Union Square and the EMMYS tonight. But I woke up to the news in the bombing in Chelsea, so of course I feel the need to swing by and see what is happening. I’m glad no one died, but I feel for the people who were injured. I hear some are wounded seriously.

I had a different photograph set to go for today, but it’s too light-hearted under the circumstances. Here is another picture from the recent 9/11 anniversary. It’s people on the highway holding up thank you signs (something we did after 9/11, we stood on the highway and held up signs to the rescue workers, thanking them for the very hard job they were doing).

I dropped into the Hudson Park Library branch of the New York Public Library to find some articles, and was greeted by this adorable sign. At first I was like, ‘huh’, but I’m sure the kid meant cesspool in the best possible way.

I still refuse to believe that enough people would vote this terrible person into office, but just in case this happens I have an idea. Start impeachment proceedings immediately. He will enter the office with enough on-going impeachable offenses I believe we could pull it off.

An entrance to the 9/11 Memorial on September 11, 2016.

I plan to brag about my cousin Bill Kaelin at every possible opportunity. He was recently honored with a Lasker Award along with five other researchers. From the Times article: “The Lasker Awards, among the most respected prizes in medicine, will go to six researchers who made major discoveries in physiology and virology, and to a scientist who has tirelessly promoted science education, the Albert and Mary Lasker Foundation announced on Tuesday.

“The awards, honoring basic medical research, clinical research and special achievement, each come with a $250,000 prize and a nice omen: 87 Lasker laureates have also won Nobel Prizes.”

He is probably sick of being reminded of this, but whenever I think of Bill I always—and I mean always—remember him as a young boy singing Edelweiss for everyone at our grandparents house. He was so sweet and so earnest. It was a completely sincere and unprecocious performance, (although he clearly must have been an extremely precocious child) and he continues to be a sincere and down to earth, thoroughly sweet adult, who is leading a very meaningful and important life.

A trio of drummers I had the pleasure of passing by the other day.

It’s a relatively small election so I’m anticipating a very quiet day, but I will also be working the general election on November 8th. That should be INSANE, and therefore, fun. Except, Trump has threatened sending poll watchers everywhere, which is his right. I doubt he’s going to spend the money to send them anywhere near everywhere, but it would be easy enough to have them show up around the city.

That would not be fun. One of the best parts of working the polls is how positive everyone is. People feel good exercising their right to vote and there’s always a lot of good will floating around poll sites, even when things go wrong. (And I don’t blame people who get mad when things go wrong, like they’ve been dropped from the poll lists, if it happened in error.) This good will transcends party lines usually. Republicans and democrats behave similarly on election days, and are equally nice to be around and to serve.

But poll watchers from the Trump camp, I’m guessing, would be adversarial and antagonistic. I believe they could make a generally wonderful experience awful.

A shot of the yearly Tribute in Lights from my window last night.