It isn’t everyday that one has the opportunity to witness the turn of a century, not to mention a millennium. Y2K presented itself with much fanfare, celebration and fear in the hearts of many. Even though I trusted technology and Microsoft, 5 gallons of bottled water, a dozen cans of ravioli with meat, 3 loaves of Italian Bread, a bag of oranges and apples, 4 packs of Oreo Cookies, 5 cans of Sterno, a cord of wood, one fifth of bourbon, one scotch and one beer were all piled up awaiting Midnight of that fateful day.
At the stroke of Twelve, 1st January 2000 … as if by wizardry, the Witching Hour was no different than on any other New Years Eve past; except for the fact that I was older and had a few more gray hairs in my beard.
I got over it. I shaved off the beard.
Nor is it every year that one has the chance to welcome in a new millennium: 2001 … the dawn of the third Anno Domini. I’d rather a Fifth! All of the bourbon, scotch and beer from last year have all been consumed; all on the dawn of Y2K. And things are presently no different than in the second millennium, Anno Domini; except for the fact that I’m still older and now there’s gray hair in my mustache.
Maybe I’ll shave it off.
By the way … Philadelphia got about 12 inches of snowfall on this past Saturday. Not quite as devastating as the blizzard of ’96, the blast slowed things down for a day. Fortunately, the white stuff has been melting fast and we can move about freely on the roadways.
Hoping for the best in 2001, may this year greet you with health, prosperity and happiness.