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Help this beautiful dog find a home: Maci -- you can change the name!

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Tiny Tonw Times Animal Relocation Unit Alert: LOCAL HUSKY NEEDS NEW HOME!

From Katie Spallone, SNR Chieftess Supreme:
"Hey all, my friend Miranda needs to find a home for her adorable and sweet 5 yr. old husky "Maci" asap.
Miranda has a new baby at home, and Maci isn't too happy about her displacement. I'm trying to help find Maci a good home quickly. Please contact me on FB (Katie Spallone katiespallone@gmail.com) or text Katie at 279.6236 to help Miranda avoid having to list this on Craigslist. It would be nice if Maci went to someone loving and reliable and local. She's good with other dogs, but not cats."

From Izzy the Husky Doggins, rescued by Katie:

PLEASE HELP MY FRIEND FIND A HOME!!

If there is anyone out there that loves huskies and knows the ins and outs of owning one, PLEASE help my friend Maci find a new home. Her parents had a baby not too long ago and she's feeling a bit nervous and anxious and has started acting out a bit. Maci needs a home that can have other dogs, but no cats or kids. Please share this and see if we can find her a really good forever home. She looks a lot like me, doesn't she?? I wish she could live with us, but our cat Primo wouldn't be too happy.
My mom said i could post her email and phone in case you want to talk to her: 279.6236 katiespallone@gmail.com
You could also talk to Maci's mom (Miranda) at 280.8056. Thank yoooo-woooo-woooooo."
Last Updated on Thursday, 03 April 2014 18:24
 

The Tuesday Zydeco Cotillion is Coming Back ...

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Poster by Rigel Stuhmiller, a.k.a., Belinda Cho

The Tuesday Midnight Zydeco Cotillion will return in 2014 ... The continuation of the midnight cotillion is made possible by generous foundations and lovers of Midnight Tuesday Zydeco Cotillions, of which there are far more than one might imagine were one to wonder upon the prospect of there being a significant enough following to relaunch the Tuesday Midnight Zydeco Cotillion ... Well, there is.

See you at the next MTZC ...

Last Updated on Wednesday, 01 January 2014 18:14
 

Changing of the Year: The Towers Lights at Ithaca College

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The past couple New Year's Eves, Elsie and I wandered around a largely abandoned and silent campus. Last year a young lady in a blue and black striped dress showed up at the last minute, literally, to mark the arrival of the vexatious 2013. As it turns out, she wasn't a good omen. This year's event was a more generic gathering of folks who seem to enjoy this tiny town ritual ... It was no Times Square thank goodness, no crowds swaying and singing Auld Lang Syne and feeling warm and fuzzy and vague and collectively sad ... It was simply cold on campus.

When the number changed, we moved on ... but not before accommodating a young family with an iPhone shot of their silhouettes with tower lamps ablaze behind them ... No corks popped but a cop stopped by ... No firecrackers ... No bombs ... Just a simple end to a wounded year and now we can all get rubbed raw again against a fresh experience ...Temps to deep below zero Friday ... Do dress appropriately.

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Last Updated on Wednesday, 01 January 2014 07:40
 

On the Death of a Beloved Sot: My only other brother ... RIP

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Jeffrey Mercer was inescapably mad. He may have set the record for suicide attempts, psych ward stays and detoxes in Albany, NY area. His death this week lightens the taxpayer's load not some little.

It has punctured me and I am bereft.

Not one of Jeff's friends can rightly say we didn't expect this day. None of us could guess how we'd take it: There is no such thing as relief when a friend dies, even if they've become a big pain in the ass. We grieve. I grieve the loss of the boy I met as a teen, a skinny long-haired skamp from the 'burbs, who managed to get to my house in the crime-ridden section of town and back, just about every day for a while. We paid a lot of attention to one another back then; he more to me. He was very intelligent–on an elevated order–something I only truly appreciated much later on. He didn't get to be a Lieutenant cracking Russian code on The Berlin Wall because he was a stooge and an ass clown. Although an unfortunate incident with LSD landed him in Leavenworth on a dishonorable discharge. It was a set-up, for sure. But why did he keep a half-hit of Window Pane in his wallet? That's what sunk him.

Why he wasn't killed on those 3 mile trips to my place and home, stoned, drunk? – I don't know. He some times said "it was because I knew Franklin." Meaning, that the thugs left him alone because I was part of that ramshackle 'hood he frequented. Most likely it was just luck and that he never had a dime on him back then and it showed. Later in his life he got mugged quite frequently. He'd gotten old; needed a cane. But not back when we were mad boys.

Christ, does it hurt to know he is gone. I am scouring his poetry on Lit.org, a good little site. He scoffed at anyone's attempts to be a capital-A "artist"–and like ee cummings, he wrote everything in lower case. He pissed me off regularly when my writing didn't meet his mark.

I found this today (below), one of his last entries on the site. Its foreboding did not catch my attention at the time: Jeffrey had died a lot, already. So if he sensed death in the autumn, he was just being one of us (granted, 55 year-old men sense autumn differently ... and yes, go on, older people, too).

Sadly, for me, for his friends, he didn't sense death coming in Late Autumn, after the color was stripped from the trees and winter came in and bit down and meant business. What can I say? His buddy Larry found him, very dead, a few days possibly, "he was so stiff, Franklin,"– his cane tossed at his side (it had failed him on this last falling)–on his way to go somewhere by all appearances–headed for the door.

"He was impeccably dressed," says Larry. Well, Jeff was fond of his clothes later on in years. The cane was a necessity–his back was shot and his legs were ruined by alcoholic neuropathy.

He never stopped loving, joking, fighting the wrongs I share with him (one last was keeping unnecessary antibiotics out of Butterball turkeys, but that is absurd–he also fought every form of organized lie he encountered, and little lies as well). His mind did not go when–he was sober at least–and my last few exchanges with him hurt me the most: Lately, he said didn't want to die the way he lived.

In the end, nature decided otherwise. Here is the last poem I know he wrote and published on lit.org

fractured poppy 11/04/2013

poppy! the park from my window's adorably popping

the fall, it's alarming full autumn

the trees glistening, gleaning

the sun's growing shine losing them into being

and the leaves are unfailingly dropping

we shoe them and the rustle

abouting and a 'whying

makes us think and so we doubt

nature's bounty, it pops and percolates

death is a beautiful thing, our grace

no less

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– Jeffrey A Mercer

Much love to my dear friend ...

 

 

 

 

Last Updated on Saturday, 14 December 2013 14:27
 

Something to bet on: Ithaca Rotary's 40th Pancake Day

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CLEAN PLATE CLUB: Ithaca Rotary's 40th Annual Pancake Breakfast helps fuel the vote. More than 580 meals were served at the VFW on W. State Street thanks to hundreds of volunteers and the dynamic duo of Rotary members Ron Provus and Siu-ling Chaloemtiarana, seen here at the end of a 12-hour pancake marathon, Tuesday, Nov. 5.

 

Last Updated on Thursday, 07 November 2013 05:53
 


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