If I sat down and made a list of the top 101 places I’d like or expect to spend the momentary dawning of a New Year, the intersection of Broadway and Martin Luther King, Jr. Blvd in Camden, NJ would not be among them. If the time had sunken in to my Stout addled brain I’d have known what was about to happen. As it was, the honking of horns, ringing of bells and booming of fireworks caught me slightly by surprise.
Oddly, I didn’t hear any gunshots. Maybe the fireworks drowned them out.
Even with the little Camden adventure it was a grand time. I miss Philadelphia. What a great town. If I lived there I’d probably be a jaded old hermit but visiting once in a while brings out only the best in the City.
And where will I be next year? That’s a ponderable.
Happy New Year to everyone. Even if your year past was not half so miserable as mine may the year to come be nothing but sunshine and happiness.
Wouldn’t that be a change?
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