_ Life is one long thread from birth to death. For some reason, humans are wont/feel compelled to place artificial markers, such as birthdays, anniversaries, and end of a calendar year. Many, if not most, attach great symbolic meaning and importance to certain days and feel that each requires some form of celebration—from simple acknowledgement to festive extravaganza.
For this old fool on the hill, New Year’s Eve/Day is just another day. I see no reason to celebrate, but usually go along with the flow (dictated by my wife). However, I do have my limits and try to avoid large crowds, drunken idiots, and obnoxious boisterousness. If not prodded by family members, I would probably read a book or watch a film.
This year, we stayed at home and spent the evening preparing and enjoying a nice meal (caviar, foie gras, sole with beurre blanc, mandarin sorbet) and fine wine (Champagne, white Bordeaux, and Trockenbeerenauslese). At midnight, we watched foolish, wasteful people firing off various forms of fireworks (a major German tradition, permitted once each year) and the fireworks from Berlin on television. Germany might lead the world in the economic field, but they do not know how to put on a fireworks display in the capital. A million people partied in the streets, but overhead was lame. They need to watch Sydney or London (very impressive this year) to learn how to blow up money in smoke.
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.