We won't be doing anything special tomorrow night; Cliff actually has to work tomorrow, although they're having his shift go in early so those who party will get home in time to do so. Cliff has his paid day off on Monday, which seems strange to me, since it's two days after New Year's day.
I used to celebrate with my children. I'd tear up newspapers for days so we'd have plenty of confetti. We'd watch local TV as midnight approached, and on the stroke of midnight we'd bang on pots and pans and throw home-made confetti like crazy.
You could still find stray pieces of confetti laying in corners and in the heat vents in July. That's when we finally had heat vents; in the pictures below, all we had was an old propane stove in the living room (with a fan that didn't work) and a wood stove in the basement.
We had some friends, the Dudleys, who spent many New Year's Eves with us; Boyde and I would strum our guitars and sing all the country songs that were popular at the time, songs like "Okie From Muskogee" and "Folsom Prison Blues". For some reason, little Johnny cried every time his dad sang "A Boy Named Sue".
Anyhow, Jon got me reminiscing about past New Year's Eves; mine always involved the kids and, for years, the Dudleys.
I hope every one of my readers has a wonderful New Year. Be safe!