BY DAN MILLER
(originally posted December 31, 2004 / January 1, 2005)
I suppose it's only natural to pause and entertain a few "loftier than usual thoughts" as one year ends and another begins.
A fresh year brings out that sort of stuff.
The trouble is.... I don't know whether the time warp took place when I was really young, and events were unnaturally stretched out in slowly moving seasons....
Or, whether the cosmic aberration is happening now, and those long seasons of youth were the real measure of time, and -- right now -- by some force of nature, all the clocks have speeded up.
As a child, three months of summer vacation seemed to go on and on.... offering as many unhurried options and possibilities as my imagination could conjure up.
Nowadays, it seems to me, three months can pass while I'm waiting in line to have my car emissions tested.
And leftovers in the refrigerator are -- I figure -- still eatable after three months.
Three months is nothing!
As for New Year's Eve, I'll admit it's never really been a big deal to me. I don't care for the celebration and forced frivolity.
I like it best when I stay home and hardly notice the midnight hour.
There have been some exceptions.
One year, Karen and I were hopelessly stalled in traffic on our way to meet some friends to ring out the old. We were late arriving, and we brought in the New Year while in the process of parking the car. Oddly, it's one of my favorite and most vivid New Year's memories.
And, of course, there was the time -- about 20 years ago -- when we set off bottle rockets in the parking lot of the Opryland Hotel, and hid from the mounted security patrol, as they tried to find the source of the rockets. (I'm fairly certain the statute of limitations has run out on that one.)
Another nice New Year's Eve was 3 or 4 years ago when Garrison Keillor broadcast a special late night Prairie Home Companion from the Ryman. As you might expect, Garrison was low key and understated at the stroke of midnight, and I liked that.
And on New Year's Eve 1989, Karen and I were in Annapolis, Maryland where I served as Best Man for my pal Pat Sajak in his marriage to Lesly Brown. That was a fun and memorable night.
Hey, Pat and Lesly, if you're reading this.... happy 15th anniversary!!
Anyway, here we go into 2005.
It'll mark 10 years since I returned to the anchor desk at WSMV.
And, it'll mark 5 years since Bill, Rudy and I sat frozen on the rooftop of the Big River Grill downtown -- while Demetria was being trampled inside the arena -- as we all broadcast the arrival of the new millennium.
Hard to believe it's already been 5 years since that night!
I wonder if it's OK to get rid of all that bottled water now?
Is the Y2K stuff over with?