To the Stars, Mr. Pokey

In the window of a stately townhouse on 11th Street west of Sixth Avenue, there has been a tireless memorial for a fallen guinea pig named Mr.Pokey for the last two decades.

When my children were little, they used to demand a solemn moment of silence when we passed this spot. Though he only lived for a little over a scant two years, Mr. Pokey clearly left an indelible impression on the residents of this well appointed home, as they continue to keep the flame burning.

Respect is due. GODSPEED, MR. POKEY!!