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.
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