As midnight struck, the music stopped and the controlled
explosions shot up into the night. It
started slow…really slow, as if kids were shooting off some store bought
fireworks from a nearby Indian Reservation in their backyard. Once it did pick up, it eventually peaked and
oddly got smaller and smaller, fizzling out with no well defined grand finale. It was if someone was confused on what cords
to pull at what times pulling the grand finale well before its time.
Once the last series of fireworks went off, the music started
back up making me feel as if we were now obligated to stay longer just because
we made this big effort getting here. The
older I get the more and more I see pleasure in watching the walking corpse
Dick Clark pull off another production at Time Square via the television.
Cecile took a flight back home this morning not many hours
into the New Year. I tried to send her
home with as much as I could so that my dream of having a light backpack would
become a reality, but when the time came to get rid of my stuff…I could only
part with a few items - not at all as much as I originally planned.
After this visit, I thought that perhaps my New Year’s
resolution should be to learn how to forecast my future destinations better so
that I can get more visitors. So far I
have my Mom and possibly my Dad lined up…anyone else?
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