“Baby New Year can cry all he wants, but he’s not getting my job!” declared an irate Father Time as he stood on the steps outside the courthouse in downtown Bangor. “I will retire under my own terms, and I assure you that New Year’s Eve will not be my last day on the job!”
The gathered crowd roared in support of the old man with the long beard as he raised his withered arms above his head in triumph.
I was on hand for the big announcement, Modern Philosophers, and had goosebumps from all the excitement.
Maybe New Year’s Eve in Maine won’t be so boring after all!
As you well know, it is customary for Baby New Year to take over the job at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Day. However, there isn’t anything in writing that says this transition has to take place, and that’s…
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