Stacy Horn

A woman feeding the pigeons in Tribeca. Thank you kind woman, for keeping up your good work.

This restaurant, Flipsigi, made it easy to grab some of their offerings and go. Very smart of them. Curbside pickup, they’re calling it. I didn’t see anyone else doing this, and I would definitely have grabbed a lunch bag full of food if I hadn’t already eaten. We’ll see what I see today.

I’ve got the free Met Opera streaming as I work on this post. Thank you Metropolitan Opera! Oh, they are beginning with a ballet. Nice. Anyway, I went out for a walk in my new ghost town, and came across lots of signs of spring like this. But …

There was also this abandoned sign for a store that is currently not open.

ATTENTION: An essay I wrote and posted here has been removed. It will be back in one form another, but for now, I apologize to those who have come here to read it. (And thank you for stopping by.)

This was a little unnerving. As I came out of the ASPCA hospital on Saturday, I saw an EMS (Emergency Medical Services) truck accompanied by two NYPD vans. What did that mean?

This is my view down Christopher Street after getting off the subway. Normally Christopher Street would be hopping on a Saturday night and I’d be grumbling about having to ping pong my way down the street to get home. As you can see, it’s empty for the most part. There was a small party of people behind me with balloons though. But to look down the street and to see my way was completely free and clear was eerie. I want lots of people in my way again!