Another year comes to an end. To tell the truth, I have trouble discerning what makes this New Year’s Eve any better than the last one. Having seen 61 of them, I’ll estimate that I’ve been somewhat politically aware for about 50 of them…and very few have seemed to bring a better year. And when there have been years that have been better, it has only been in some ways, not in all, and the improvement has been best measured by a micrometer.
So we start each year with glitz and glamor, hoping against hope that our dreams for a better world will bear some fruit.
Who am I to break such a tradition?
So herewith is my own attempt at a distracting you from any pains you may feel with shiny objects.