Stacy Horn

These signs went up in the neighborhood a couple of weeks ago. Flyers of this kind are always so sad. I remember thinking that $5,000 is a lot of money, but if I had that kind of money and lost my pet I’d offer a reward like that too.

Yesterday I saw that they’d upped the ante, which is so sad. I googled #findsugarnyc and learned the backstory. Obviously the dog walker is suffering from something terrible, and I hope he gets the help he needs too.

Florida came up in conversation yesterday, and I mentioned that I went to school there for one semester in 1974, at the Jensen Beach campus of the Florida Institute of Technology. I left quickly because I decided I wanted to study photography, not Oceanographic Technology, and I was in a hurry to start my new life. Parts of the area however, were mysterious and magical, and I hoped to find pictures that captured that.

I scanned these from my photo album. I didn’t have any pictures of the area alas, but a lot of the people I went to school with. I’m embarrassed to admit that I don’t remember any of their names, except for my roommate, Elisa Caridi. (And I apologize about not remembering names, it’s nothing personal, I have a very poor memory.) But I’m putting them up here in case any of these people googles “Florida Institute of Technology, Jensen Beach Campus,” as I did, and then they will see pictures of themselves from 1974! There’s a shot of me at the end, which I think I may have posted before.

UPDATE: I’ve gotten names for some of the people below from FIT alum William Davis and others, and I’ve captioned the pictures with their names. If anyone can identify any of the people who are still listed as unknown, let me know and I will update this page with their names.

Names updated 3/2/21.

Row 1: Mike Edsell on the left, Mike Edsell and John Kipp on the right.
Row 2: On the left, Chet King and Tom Kulp, and Mike Kneeland on the right.

Row 1: No guesses.
Row 2: On the left unknown, Bill Atwill, English teacher and crew coach, on the right.

Row 1: That’s me on the right, with my roommate Elisa Caridi.
Row 2: Doug Koontz.
Row 3: Unknown on the left, Bob Keith on the right.

And yes, except for a token shot or two my of roommate, all the pictures are of guys. Come on, I was 18!!

Row 1: I can’t remember his name (this is not personal, I just have memory issues), but I remember he was very nice and would give me rides on his motorcycle, which I loved more than anything. I still remember those rides, the scenery was amazing.
Row 2: Unknown.
Row 3: Unknown.

Row 1: Elisa Caridi on the left, Dennis Morgan on the right.
Row 2: Unknown.

Row 1: Mike Kneeland, on the right Don Cuozzo.
Row 2: On the left unknown, but I remember he was another really nice guy, on the right Doug Koontz.

Row 1: These guys in both shots are unknown.
Row 2: Walter LaFluer.

Okay, this one, where I was trying to get “action” shots of Elisa dancing, shows something of the beauty of the area.

I’m pretty sure I didn’t take this picture. The guys in the picture gave it to me.

Update: I recently heard from the guy on the left! His name is Glen Simms and that is Dennis Morgan on the right.

And these are the pictures I believe I’ve posted before. These were taken for a local newspaper article about the crew team. I was the coxswain. For the record, I was a lousy coxswain. I apologize crew team of 1974!

Update: In the second picture, the guy on the left is Jay Niece.

This is Ken Henke.

Yesterday I participated in a flash mob singing the Dona Nobis Pacem Chorus from the Bach B Minor Mass. A video of us will be released on YouTube on March 21st, Bach’s birthday, as part of the Bach in the Subways movement.

Our event took place on the downtown platform for the A train at West 4th Street Station. It was the best possible way to spend a Saturday afternoon. Thank you Harold Rosenbaum, who pulled this together! I just have one small suggestion for future flash mobs. We sang in voice part sections and we had a little bit of a problem which showed why this might not be the best way for groups to sing together. We were spread out up and down the platform and the sections couldn’t always hear each other. As a result the rhythm was a little jagged.

When you sing with all the voice parts mixed up, this not only forces you to really know your part, because you can’t count on being surrounded by a sea of voices singing your part, it’s a more glorious way to sing, to be in the harmony like that. You can hear all the other voice parts because they’re standing right next to you! This helps establish group rhythm. You’re more aware of what the other parts are doing and where you fit in.

I’m just nit-picking, though. Maybe the rhythm was perfectly okay overall and just the tiniest bit jagged where I stood. So thank you again, Harold Rosenbuam! I really had a fabulous time and wanted to sing it again and again. I could have happily sung the whole mass down there. I can’t wait to see the video!

I know there are many, many rescue organizations, and certainly a lot of them closer to home, but I’ve become addicted to the work and videos of Eldad Hagar, who I’ve posted about before, and a colleague of his, Annie Hart.

I’m always checking Facebook for a new video or new pictures. Here are the links so you too can become addicted. Eldad’s organization is Hope for Paws, but I also regularly (constantly) check his Flickr page. There’s one upsetting shot up there now, but it’s not too bad and there’s a happy ending. Click on the pictures though, because you’ll get the story behind them.

Eldad usually works with women like Lisa Chiarelli and Annie Hart because the dogs, who are often abused, are less afraid of women. Annie Hart started a rescue organization called Rescue From the Hart, and now I’m addicted to her videos and pictures as well.

Here is a recent rescue video. A very large spider makes an appearance in this video and that’s when I thought, “Yeah. I might not make a very good rescuer.”

I spent the day yesterday at the Municipal Archives scanning documents. I got over 400 done, and I was so proud and happy. Although I’ve got thousands upon thousands more to do (and maybe I should rethink what I’m doing) it was such a good start.

And then they just disappeared from my phone. Poof. I thought I was going to have a nervous breakdown. I wrote the developers of the software I’m using, I have my theory, and I will make sure it doesn’t happen again, but still. Holy mother of god that was a loss.

Please send me your best drugs.

Some shots from the New York Public Library earlier this week. When the universe still liked me.

The ceiling in the hallway on the first where I walk back and forth and back and forth from one room to another. I should do a series of all the ceilings. The ones on the 3rd floor are my favorites.