Welcomed in the new year with minimum fuss and fanfare. Although more than previous years when I looked up at the clock around 12:10 and muttered, “Oh, shoot… New Year’s. Right.” Still, going into the new year with a new wife, at a new job, in a new city. Frankly, that’s enough new stuff for a while. Fortunately, I’m still old, so I got that going for me.

And isn’t the year we’re supposed to make contact? Isn’t Roy Scheider supposed to living on Jupiter with a giant space domino or something? Well, it’s only January. We got time.