Where, says we, be those (wily) wondrous ones? See The End, Jim. Still, this was the New Year’s Eve That Was. (An Old editor milked that very phrase until it got Old, like a passing Year when the promise comes of The New.) But this was just a bit different. So we’re a Victim of Changes, as since post-pandemic it’s been the newbies, with their own knack, out and not so much the old guard, but for a few. I’ll take the (bit naked?) nuances of the new in chronological order. —- And now just added at the end from The Day, I will throw it on back to you.
Here we go, blow by blow. How do the new meet the older old? As I left the Buena Vista […]