I said goodbye to 2012 by partaking in First Night Boston where I watched a group of young Israeli jazz musicians before seeing jazz guitar legend John Scofield in concert.
With twenty minutes to spare, I returned home to watch the ball drop in Times Square. Ten years ago, I was in NYC. I couldn’t get to Times Square but I was at the corner of Fifth and 43rd. Close enough.
As for this year, it just isn’t the same without Dick Clark.
Well, as I wrote yesterday, my new year doesn’t begin until I see Groucho, Harpo, Chico and sometimes Zeppo. Another eleven hours.
The fiscal cliff has now come and gone. Deal or no deal, I believe it’s the last thing anyone wants to think about.
Well, hello 2013. It’s going to be long 365 days.
A man of faith in a godless age is hitting Americans where it hurts.
Mr. and Mrs. American Spectator Reader, let P.J. O’Rourke talk sense to your kids.
In Britain, defending your property can get you life.
The debacle of this president’s administration is both a cause and a symptom of the decline of American values. Unless Congress impeaches him, that decline will go on unchecked. An eminent jurist surveys the damage and assesses the chances for the recovery of our culture.
It won’t take long for conservatives to scratch this presidential wannabe off their 2008 scorecard.
The American Christmas, like the songs that celebrate it, makes room for everybody under the rainbow. Is that why so many people seem to be hostile to it?
Was the President done in by the economy, or by the politics of the economy?