Stacy Horn

Two years ago I posted a picture of loaves of Wonder Bread hanging in the window of a Bleecker Street storefront. I keep meaning to post pictures of another storefront featuring Wonder Bread. This one is on Greenwich Street, but I forgot to note the corner. I’ll check the next time I pass it by.

I completely missed the Edward Muybridge photographs! You can see them hanging in the background between these two loaves. Now I’m even more curious about this storefront.

It looks like the bread inside is completely black with mold. It’s been hanging there a long time. Could it be these were hung up two years ago, the same time I saw the ones on Bleecker Street?

My choir director arranged for three small outdoor sings for our group, the Choral Society of Grace Church. I went to the first, because it was the closest to me (the pier at Christopher Street). Everyone was wearing masks, and sang socially distanced, although it looks like we moved in closer. There was a very strong wind though, so I think we were safe. I could have sung for hours. But according to recent research, singing in groups for more than 15 minutes is not safe. So we sang four short pieces (including Palestrina!) and called it a day.

This is Manhattan Samba getting ready to play. I used to be in the band, but I haven’t played with them in years, so I was just there to get some video of them for an upcoming gig (the Mermaid Parade, which is going to be virtual this year). This is on the highway along the Hudson River, at Little West 12th Street.

It was just so sweet, and quirky, and best of all, it so proudly displayed the diversity of our country. But not in a boring, grade school presentation way. The Ohio guys. Rhode Island with the plate of calamari. Alabama casting its votes in front of the Edmund Pettus Bridge. Matthew Shepherd’s parents casting the votes for Wyoming.

I also learned more about who can vote and who cannot vote, which seems horribly unfair. All these territories should be made states. I don’t think I have ever even heard of the Northern Mariana Islands until last night, I’m embarrassed to admit.

Circles drawn on the grass in Madison Square Park, in order to enforce social distancing.

I love the kind of people who keep their sense of humor no matter what.

Speaking as someone who lives alone, the pandemic has, not surprisingly, really emphasized that we really are. I’m not saying we don’t have friends, family, boyfriends, girlfriends, people who love us, etc. But we are experiencing the pandemic differently than people who don’t live alone. There are pluses and minuses. All of that aside, I appreciate the kindness in this sign.

I like that the child who drew this drew a picture of their pet to thank the workers, and not themselves.

I’ve lost hope in America again. But this made me smile.