Like all new years, 2019 dawns with limitless  promise and if the past is any guide 2019, like 2018, will end with most of those promises unfulfilled. It is the few that will be filled that provide hope for our dreams.

Fear of the unknown causes so many problems, but their solutions also lie in the unknown. My one resolution for 2019 is to embrace the unknown, to hold it close, and to learn as many of its secrets as I can before it is whisked into the past, into the comfortable realm of experience.

Embrace the unknown, and the unknowable

Save Us, 2018!

Not to put too much pressure on you, Baby New Year, but we need some help after that nasty old man who just shuffled out the door. Did I tell you about the time he rested his penis on my shoulder? Or the time he flooded Texas and Florida then burned California to the ground out of pure nastiness? How about the time he called nazis “fine people”? Well, that’s all behind us now…


In my city, violent crime rates have dropped for the 27th consecutive year, a trend we hope you will continue. In my borough, the Bronx Bombers came within one game of the World Series last year and we figure Giancarlo Stanton has to be worth one additional win this year.

The Olympic Games will be held next month in South Korea, and in June the World Cup will be held in Russia, showing the world again how we can get together for fun and games.

Moon Express plans to land a craft on the moon this year, and the first human footprints will be planted in lunar dust since 1972, before the majority of our species was born.

You will be trouble, Baby New Year. We know that. We will accept it as well as we can. There will be growing pains, as there always are. We will love you, baby. We will do our best to raise you right, with respect and honesty and hope. All we ask is that you do your best to return all in equal measure. We know that you will have some surprises that we can’t even anticipate. Be a good baby and make most of those surprises pleasant ones, OK?  

2015/2016 – The Old Man & The Baby

Father Time is growing old and Baby New Year is a drain on his energy. Father Time loves his baby notwithstanding.

The old man has seen a lot. Too much. He’s seen more than he ever wanted to see. He’ll find sweet relief in the act of closing his eyes forever.

The baby is ignorant and insatiable. He cries and eats. He feeds on life. The one born last year ate Kings – B.B. & Ben E; he ate Yogis & Lemmys; he ate Leslie Gore & Leonard Nimoy, Chris Squire, Maureen O’Hara, & Allen Toussaint. The baby born this year might eat me. He might eat you. Or someone you love.

Welcome to the New Year, 2016. May he be kind to you and yours.

All is quiet on New Year’s Day
A world in white gets underway
I want to be with you
Be with you, night and day

Nothing changes on New Year’s Day
On New Year’s Day
I will be with you again
I will be with you again

Under a blood red sky
A crowd has gathered in black and white
Arms entwined, the chosen few
The newspapers says, says

Say it’s true, it’s true
And we can break through
Though torn in two
We can be one

I will begin again
I will begin again

Maybe the time is right
Maybe tonight

I will be with you again
I will be with you again

And so we’re told this is the golden age
And gold is the reason for the wars we wage
Though I want to be with you
Be with you night and day
Nothing changes
On New Year’s Day