2018: Thoughts on the New Year
Well, the ball has dropped (or if you were in Hagerstown on New Year’s Eve, the doughnut was dunked), the Christmas clutter is slowly finding its way back into the attic, and the long (and recently quite cold) winter nights have me in deep thought about the New Year. As you may know, I turned fifty this past October, so that means that I probably have fewer years ahead of me than behind me (statistically speaking), so I find myself…