Where will you be tonight at midnight?
At a party? Home in bed, fast asleep (or not)? In the middle of Times Square in New York City, waiting for the ball to drop? Or in front of your television set, waiting for the same thing?
Imagine that you’re out in the street with revelers, waiting for midnight, only it’s not a ball that’s going to drop. It’s a giant sardine, glowing from within! If so, you’re in Eastport, Maine, a lot less crowded, probably a lot colder too, but we extend the same warm wishes to one and all, around the globe:
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
(And if you’d like to know what’s dropping around the United States to mark the appearance of 2012 besides a giant ball, here’s a fascinating excerpt from NPR’s terrific daily blog, The Writer’s Almanac :
“Other cities have developed their own ball-dropping traditions. Atlanta, Georgia, drops a giant peach. Eastport, Maine, drops a sardine. Ocean City, Maryland, drops a beach ball, and Mobile, Alabama, drops a 600-pound electric Moon Pie. In Tempe, Arizona, a giant tortilla chip descends into a massive bowl of salsa. Brasstown, North Carolina, drops a Plexiglas pyramid containing a live possum; and Key West, Florida, drops an enormous ruby slipper with a drag queen inside it.”
Subscribing yourself to The Writer’s Almanac would make a fine New Year’s Resolution!)