‘Once upon a midnight dreary…’
So much for New Year’s Eve! Public access to New York’s Times Square was blocked off for the first time in 114 years.
In past years, one million people pack the ‘Crossroads of the World’ to welcome in the new year.
But in this wretched year of Covid, only a scattering of spectators were on the scene as NYPD officers kept the area cordoned off for what will go down in history as the most miserable New Year’s Eve on record.
In my house 65 miles north of Times Square, I hear fireworks exploding in local parks — not so much welcoming in 2021, as blowing 2020 to smithereens.
A TALE OF TWO CITIES, NEW YEAR’S EVE
(A picture’s worth a 1,000 words)
Quote snippet from Edgar Alan Poe’s poem The Raven
Indeed, hopefully this will be the year less people will be infected and lose their lives
I was thinking the same thing you expressed in this blog.
I felt sad/amused when the host of the New Year’s show was ‘interviewing’ Planet Fitness balloon characters.
Here in our rural outport, we also had way more fireworks than usual.
Happy New Year 🤗
Thank you. You too.