New Years Eve traditions–Chinese cuisine, with egg rolls mandatory. Also, black-eyed peas with cornbread.
The past year was one of extremes–emotional highs and lows, gains and losses. Two family members and a close friend passed away last year. Dangling conversations fade. Good times, now happy memories.
And you read your Emily Dickinson
And I my Robert Frost
And we note our place with book markers
That measure what we’ve lost…
Several relationships ended and those involved moved on. Because of these events, there were a record number of trips out-of-town.
My wish for everyone, is that we treat each other with more civility in 2017. I still believe everyone has a story to tell–if we can get past the posturing.
I shot a bullet into the air, it fell to earth I know not where.
For revelers in my neighborhood, I wish an extra heaping, helping of common sense this New Years Eve. Bullets do, indeed, come down somewhere.