Days of auld lang syne

Posted 8/21/12

Watching the ball drop on TV the other night with a small group of relatives and friends who were, let’s say, middle-aged and a little past that, some of the comments we made were:

“They’re …

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Days of auld lang syne

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Watching the ball drop on TV the other night with a small group of relatives and friends who were, let’s say, middle-aged and a little past that, some of the comments we made were:

“They’re all so young”—referring to the million people in Times Square in 20-plus degree (with wind, “Feels like” 14 degrees) weather.

“Every band’s the same—all they do is jump around like idiots and wear almost nothing.”

“Yeah, as long as they have a beat behind them so the audience can jump up and down, they are zillionaires!”

“And hardly any are singing, they’re mostly screaming.”

“You know, one of those hop-hop guys made over half a billion dollars last year!”

“How come they keep taking the camera off the ball as it drops? They used to watch it all the way from the top to the bottom. That was nice that way.”

“Hey—can you imagine—1965 was half a century ago? Wow!”

“I remember thinking in 1978—’How’d we get to 1978?’ It seemed so futuristic.”

“A group of us at that time all agreed that the world would never see 1990, let alone 2000. It would be blown to pieces by warfare.”

And now it’s 2015? I can’t wait for 2030!

P.S. Lawrence Welk must be turning in his grave.

Philip Zacino Jr.

Narrowsburg, NY

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