Stacy Horn

It’s an historic day. I’ve fallen in love with our president all over again. Good for you, Mr. President. (And you too, Biden, for hurrying this along.) Thank you, thank you, thank you for taking a stand and doing the right thing. It’s a great day for civil rights.

I found this picture on the White House website and I thought it fit. (The caption reads: Feb. 17, 2011 “The President joins a toast with technology business leaders at a dinner in Woodside, Calif. Among those attending were the late Steve Jobs, to the President’s left, and Facebook founder Mark Zuckerberg, to the President’s right.” Official White House Photo by Pete Souza.)

I’ve posted about Maurice Sendak before. Never mind what all his books did for me when I was a child, or his recent interviews with Steven Colbert, I just watched this one and it gave my heart a sense of peace I haven’t felt in a while. I’d almost forgotten what that felt like. Next up, his interviews with Terry Gross, which has already made two of my friends cry.

A great big pot of flowers on 11th Street. People in the Village really make an effort to beautify the neighborhood. Thank you, neighbors. Your efforts are noted and appreciated.

Our Annual Spring Benefit Cocktail Party, is Tuesday, May 22! As always, the benefit is held at the fabulous home of Kevin Roon and Simon Yates in Tribeca. There will be plenty of cocktails, of course, and food. But the big attraction will be chamber music offered by the principal players of the amazing and celebrated Choral Society Orchestra, led by Jorge Avila.

Tickets cost $100 if purchased through me via the Choral Society. Just go to the website, then click on May 22 Party for specifics, and choose the “friends” price on the left. Trust me, you’ll have a wonderful time! Great music! Great people!

In my book I write about walking back and forth on 11th Street, going to and from choir rehearsals. Lucinda recommended a book called House in Time, by a person who grew up on 11th Street and I recently took it out of the library (haven’t started it yet). But I took a picture of the house she wrote about at 42 West 11th Street.

TV regularly breaks my heart. I become close to characters, and even though they are not real, I miss them when they are gone. (Sob.)

There was much to love about the finale for In Plain Sight, but the criticisms first. There wasn’t enough of a wrap up for Stan, and WAY not enough for Jinx and Brandi. In the beginning they were both so annoying, but the writers and the actors really made something of these characters. The two of them would screw-up, get their act together, screw-up, etc.. Since that it how I would describe my life, I had a lot of affection for them. The wrap-up for Brandi was somewhat satisfying, but I really needed to spend more time saying goodbye to Jinx. To begin with, it would have been nice to hear her sing at the wake.

Everything else however, was absolutely wonderful. The finale resolution for Marshall and Mary was perfect. When I saw the “I love you” in the teaser I was worried it was going to go another way, which just didn’t feel right to me. While I honestly do not see Marshall and Abigail, (he needs someone geekier and bookish) I definitely no longer see Marshall and Mary (there was a brief time when I did). Their scene on the balcony was lovely and choked me up big time. It emphasized the importance of the bonds of friendship and it was agony to see them both realize the necessity of letting go of at least some of that. I’m sure Marshall would still be there for her, but not *every* time. She can reach out to the other people in her life. (Sob.)

So, goodbye In Plain Sight cast and crew. Thank you for all the great work. (Sob, sob, sob.)

I organized a reunion brunch for my fellow Census workers, and I arrived too early. Here are a couple of pictures I took underneath the on ramp to the Brooklyn Bridge, where I walked around while I waited.

I was tremendously influenced by the Feed the Birds song from Mary Poppins, which I just read on Wikipedia was Walt Disney’s favorite song. Even though I was going to catholic school at the time, it was the first time my eyes were truly opened about doing good works and kindness.

This man poured bird seed into my hand yesterday in Washington Square Park and …

… I fed the birds.

“Come feed the little birds, Show them you care, And you’ll be glad if you do, Their young ones are hungry, Their nests are so bare, All it takes is tuppence from you …

“All around the cathedral the saints and apostles, Look down as she sells her wares. Although you can’t see it, you know they are smiling, Each time someone shows that he cares.”