Jason, the owner, was in there chatting with Ray, one of his counter staff, about the stuff that gets left behind by students moving out of Ithaca every spring. I chimed in, "Let me know if you run across a floor lamp."
"Stay right there," said Jason, and wandered in back for a minute, to emerge with one of those torchiere floor lamps. He apologized that it's a little dented and has no bulb, but happily, I have a bulb.
So now, next to the floor lamp whose switch jerronimo seems to have broken when he visited a few weeks ago, I have another floor lamp. The bulb from the old lamp still works (sorry, Jerry, it wasn't the bulb blowing!) and I have light in the living room once more. :-) It's a bit dim, though. Maybe the little switchy thing on the front is meant to be a dimmer. Doesn't seem to do much. Want to have a go, Jerry?