For many years now we have celebrated the coming New Year by having two of our very good friends for dinner, a couple of pinochle games, and a toast in front of the television as we watched the ball come down on Times Square. The days of church dances, out of state trips to celebrate were all in the past. When we were half way through our second game of cards we decided that this year we weren’t going to make it to watch the ball fall.
It will be the first time ever that we didn’t make it till twelve, but we agreed that the whole event is not what it used to be. The Guy Lombardo type music is history. Now every channel has nothing but load rock music with words that none of understand. I guess it’s alright for nineteen year olds, but my crowd now consists of friends in their seventh decade of life.
While discussing this I came up with a great idea……it’s time for a “Senior Ball Drop”. Since we all begin to start snoozing an hour or so after dinner we decided that there should be a separate dropping of the ball around nine or ten for us “old timers” along with music we could reminisce about. I later found out that even most of our kids never made it to twelve.
I must report that our latest celebration left me with no heart burn and nary a touch of a hangover. Some time age has its advantages…..common sense. Even made it to church in the morning in spite of the fact that this year attendance was optional….no holy day obligation. What’s with that? Too tough for us because it falls on Saturday?
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