I really don’t want to toast the New Year. I just don’t want to face a year that doesn’t have him in it. It’s silly, I know; completely nonsensical, but there it is. He was here in 2006. 2007 will not know him, and I hate that. I can’t stop the calendar from changing. I can’t stop the clock from ticking away. But if 2007 had any decency at all, even a small amount of love for me, it would tiptoe in the back door and not call attention to itself.


