My New Year’s Eve went pretty much as I predicted, though I was up at midnight, with the family, watching the famous ball drop in Times Square. I didn’t expect to be moved by the sight, but I was. All these people, thousands of them, crowded into a few square blocks, yelling out the countdown. And I thought, here, in the city where terrorism struck the hardest, is the proof that hope and confidence in a good future still hold the upper hand. Cowgirl or not, New York is one of my favorite places, and I tell anybody who’ll listen how much I admire New Yorkers. They’re not unfriendly, gang. They’re just busy–going places, doing things.
What can we expect in 2008?
Laughter.
Tears.
Two sides of the same coin. Joy and sorrow.
It’s called Life. And we’re here to whoop it up, for a long time, or a short one. Every moment is a golden, shining coin. Spend them wisely. And take my dear friend Vicki’s advice–live so you’ll have no regrets.
Happy New Year, gang.
