I’ve done many things on New Year’s Eve. I’ve had hot dates, gone to tremendous parties, sat in a lonely apartment, and many times have provided the entertainment while others partied the night away.
This year, for the first time since we were forced to stay home on call because of the Year 2000 scare, my wife and I spent New Year’s Eve at our house, watching movies, popping popcorn and just relaxing. And at this moment, while some dumbass knuckleheads in my neighborhood set off drunken midnight fireworks and terrify my dog (and perhaps cost themselves a digit or two), I say to you: Best wishes for 2007. Happy New Year.