Stacy Horn

I just finished watching Mister Magoo’s Christmas Carol. Up next, the Alastair Sim version! Which reminds me. Someone sent me these CD’s a few years ago. It was an anonymous gift and I’ve always wondered who it was. It was very thoughtful.

I came home this afternoon and there were paramedics parked on my block.

They came back empty-handed which could be good, could be bad. Maybe the person was fine. Or maybe they were beyond help. I hope they were fine.

Yay!! Here it is. Life is good.

AND, I just finished watching this show about John Wilkes Booth and the controversy about whether or not he died in that barn. It was quite interesting! But it ends with a question mark. They’d petitioned to have the body of Edwin Booth exhumed so dna tests could be performed and then compared to the fragments they have of Booth’s body. They’d also have to get permission to do dna analysis of those fragments, and the show ends with no answer about whether or not they got permission for either. So I google it and learn that they’re half way there!! Article here. Although, since then I’ve read more about the controversy and they left out some information that makes it seem less likely that Booth survived.

I took this last night. This restaurant had chairs set up outside. Who would choose to sit outside??

Christmas Eve is better than Christmas. I like the anticipation, the movies, the music, and by Christmas morning all of that is mostly over, and within hours the day feels ordinary again.

But today feels special, even if you don’t do anything particularly special.

My plan: goof off. I’m going to Anthropologie and Sephora, but if they’re too insane I’ll leave immediately. Then it’s reading and the Alastair Sim and Mister Magoo versions of the Christmas Carol, and I still haven’t decided if I’m getting a pedicure, but maybe that.

I think I forgot to say this: thank you Senate for repealing Don’t Ask Don’t Tell and for voting for the 9/11 bill.

This fantastic day-glo tree is in the window of a store on Perry Street.

I went inside for a second to take a picture to show everyone how crazy it is, but I couldn’t deal with it and fled. Outside the Salvation Army guy was dancing with his bell (not just ringing it, but dancing!) and a girl grabbed a bell and started ringing it with him. It was very sweet. Oh! Did she grab his bell? Because I see he doesn’t have one anymore! Ha! (He was laughing, too.)

More often than not, when I go out in search of some obscure records from a long time ago—in this case, an arrest made during the Civil War years—I usually don’t find them. The other day at the library, the one page I wanted on a roll of microfilm was blank. No explanation, just gone.

But today I hit the jackpot. I found the records for four men who were arrested in New York City in 1834!! Their arrest was in the New York City Police Office Watch Returns. Good times.

I was also looking for the site of an 1895 murder. I knew the building was long gone, but I wanted to take a picture of the park that’s there now. Even though it was FREEZING out it was packed!! It made me want to be part of a community so tight they’ll go out and endure freezing weather just to hang out together. This is a Baxter and Bayard in Chinatown.