I don't recall exactly when I became "turned off" by New Year's Eve. It was possibly when Guy Lombardo died in 1977 and snuffed out our "auld acquaintance". On January first the Bowl Games did little to improve my lethargy. And the next day - first day back in the office - was unbearably long - phones ringing with demanding callers - my colleague in his cubicle sipping buttermilk as his antidote for scotch. And then the bills began arriving for gifts bought in haste - followed by the IRS tax forms which arrived like clockwork - and were NEVER late. Then the weatherman with his forecast of "snow followed by little boys with sleds." Would January - the cruel month - never end!
At least there was no "social" media back then to splash any embarrassing pics on the network for the world to see. Back then you had to try to buy the Kodak negative. I guess that is why they say "Whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas". Ah, but help was on the way - February was on the horizon with its twenty-eight days, two paychecks, brighter mornings, Valentine's Day and Presidents weekend for you skiers. And the world kept turning slowly on its axis.
tjs
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