My third year in Boston. Had come back to town early after Christmas at the old Homestead to work at the bookstore and movie theater. None of my friends were around. They were still away on their winter breaks. The bookstore was closed but I’d worked the whole afternoon and evening at the theater. My shift at ended at 11:30. In time to make it to a party by midnight. But I didn’t have any parties to go to. As I was walking back to my apartment down Beacon Street along the Common, the bells of the neighborhood churches started tolling together. Midnight. Voices coming out of windows and out of the dark on the streets started calling out Happy New Year! I called back and then shouted out Happy New Year to all my faraway friends and family, one by one.
Happy New Year to all of you, my friends and relations!