Happy New Year 2018

Carole and I aren’t doing a damned thing this New Year’s, and it’s not because we lack options. It’s colder than hell outside (like, -10) and we both have colds. I know standing for hours in Times Square wishing desperately for a port-o-john is the more glamorous alternative, but no, we’re just going to stay home and take it easy.

I hope those of you who imbibe tonight remember designated drivers, Lyft, cabs, and if all else fails, try and find someplace to pass out where you won’t freeze to death.

Happy New Year, everyone!

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