December 31, 2008
Glad to see the end of the old year. I watch the ball drop in Times Square for the 100th time and imagine what it would be like to be there in the cold, bundled up in a huge, excited crowd. I sip champagne by the sparkling light of my white Christmas tree and the soft glow of candles. I miss the witching hour here on the west coast, and realize the moment has passed when I hear people in the street tooting little horns and calling out new year’s greetings with the muffled thud of fireworks in the background.