Stacy Horn

Check it out. This store put a sign in their window saying hello to my cat Bleecker. Okay, it’s a new store in the neighborhood saying hi to Bleecker Street. But don’t tell my cat. He thinks it’s for him.

About once a decade I lop all my hair off. It’s a look that has always worked for me, but now at sixty-three years old I think it might not look good on me anymore. I don’t have a picture, but here’s a screenshot from a video of me the last time I cut it short. It’s been a while come to think of it. Scroll down, please.

Seen on the side of a truck on my way to work yesterday. My new best friend. He has hip issues. BUT DO NOT LOOK AT HIS HIPS. He doesn’t like that.

Just the other day I was posting on Echo about which new instrument I could learn and I came up with the xylophone. And then I come upon this xylophone player. That thing is BIG. Obviously there are smaller instruments, but then you have a limited set of notes. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind having a piano again.

Bodhi: Yeah, I’m going to bite you first chance I get. It’s inevitable. Comere.
Bali: Don’t even look at him, just look into my eyes. Shall we curl up and watch tv?