Happy New Year
Yesterday we were under a typical WINTER STORM DEATH, DESTRUCTION AND PESTILENCE ALERT in New England, courtesy of our local meteorologists who work everyone up into a frenzy whenever the forecast calls for a chance of snow. The sad thing is, we keep falling for it...Also in the local news, if the Red Sox can't trade for Tejada, we might get Julio Lugo from the Devil Rays for Andy Marte, who we just got when we traded Edgar Renteria to the Braves. My fear is that if the Red Sox, with their "GM by Congress (535 co-general managers at last count)," keep trading away the players they just traded for and they take their "eye off the ball" for even a second, the Sox might accidentally end up with Renteria again before spring training starts...I think Red Sox fans all agree, however, that we don't want a clean shaven Johnny Damon back...Ever wonder what sets the New York Times apart from the rest? It is the newspaper's unique perspective on national institutions..Jerry Seinfeld had a joke about painting his apartment and each time feeling as if the walls were closing in, he was right!...This is good news...And we end this New Year's edition contemplating whether Dick Clark's appearance (seen here ringing in the New Year with a close friend) was either inspirational or a cruel reminder that none of us stay young forever.