Ithaca is indeed the City of Evil. I play in a musical trio with a couple of neighbors. The female’s father was a teacher at Ithaca college and she grew up there. She is effing nuts! She’s the kind of person who would be totally cool if her 12-year old son came home one day and said he wanted a sex change operation. She is a good singer, though. Of course, we don’t talk politics.
I take it you don't like pissing into the wind. Or peeing on your feet.