
Plying the dark waters of Thomas Creek.
Tess and I were barely awake for New Year’s Eve. I considered a few resolutions and discarded each of them in turn. I had one shot of bourbon and a few episodes of Trailer Park Boys to see out the old year. Out on the porch, the sound of celebratory gunfire continued long past midnight. There seemed to be more of it this year than last. I don’t know what it is with Jacksonville. The thought of so many drunk people expending so much ammunition in an urban area is no longer amusing. I kept waiting for the patter of falling bullets on my new metal roof. But there were no reports of unintended gunshot injuries today, so maybe I worry too much.
Anyway, Happy New Year. Let the record show that I started it with kayak float and a blog post.
What a perfect way to start the year! And now that the gunfire is over for another year, I hope to read more frequent posts!
Happy New Year, Dave—-it’s currently 27 with lots of wind here in Rhode Island—enjoy the balminess!
Ugh. But it got up to a muggy 81 here today. Too damn soon for that kind of heat!
I am still hearing celebratory or maybe murderous gunfire in my neighborhood. But then again, it happens with such regularity that the New Year is just another day.
I know! As Paul Simon observed in song: “I don’t find this stuff amusing anymore.”