Happy 2008
I thought about going downtown for one of the two fireworks displays — the 9 PM show for families and us geezers, or the midnight show for those with some stamina — but the weather dissuaded me. It's clear, very cold, and windy, with wind chills around 0° F.
Here's a sad commentary on what an old fuddy-duddy I've become: I spent the last several hours doing the bookkeeping that I've neglected for the past six months. I quit just in time to watch the ball drop at Times Square.
Now it's time for a stiff drink or two, followed by an anti-oxidant chaser. I hope all you young whipper-snappers are being safe and responsible out there, as you become totally blotto waiting for the fireworks.
UPDATE: Tonight's the 40th anniversary of Evel Knievel's jump at Caesar's Palace. I just watched some kid named Robbie Madison commemorate it with a motorcycle jump of his own at Las Vegas. He jumped 320-something feet, more than twice Knievel's distance. I think that calls for another drink.
