Thoughts on the new year
Seven years ago, I was sitting in the back-seat of a parked car. My family had decided to climb the nearby mountains to catch a view of the fireworks and, more importantly, to watch from a safe distance the crumbling of civilization as we then knew it. A blackout was expected, our bank accounts would disappear. Y2K hysteria was as prevalent as homemade firecrackers. But, I remember wanting to stay up for something else. I needed to be up for the end of the year - to drag it on as long as possible - even as my eyes watered and I yawned at the skyline.