I know you know the song—at least some of it, anyway, if you’re like me—but what do you know of its origins? I didn’t know much. Peggy Noonan’s piece is educational.
New Year’s Eve feels a little more arbitrary to me every year. Any pressure to be doing something fabulous has been totally absent for years. We’re spending some inside time with friends tonight. Odds are excellent than when the new year actually arrives, I’ll be experiencing that state of greatly reduced consciousness, suspended sensory activity, and near-total inactivity of voluntary muscles known as “sleep.” Hello, middle age.
If you’re going out, please be safe.