By Edward Master
I have never been much for New Years resolutions. Maybe this is my this year’s resolution which is to make no resolutions.
My wife and I went to a few New Year get-togethers, even once getting spruced up for a dinner with other teachers from her school at the time at a swanky restaurant in Vineland, NJ. One time and that was it.
We did a couple small parties at her girlfriend’s (maid of honor in wedding) in Trenton, NJ, but mostly it was stay-at-home and watch the ball drop in Times Square.
Even before I was married I was an at-home celebrator. I really didn’t like being on the road.
For some reason I never did the promises to make self improvements. Right now on the internet, there are so many get-fit do-this routines, do-that routines; I see now where Planet Fitness is $15 dollars per (up from $10 per) to belong ‘to not be judged.’ I did the weightlifting thing in my younger days not because I made a resolution but because I enjoyed it. Back then, there was no such thing as Planet Fitness, 24-Hour Fitness, Gold’s Gym, Average Joe’s, or whatever. No promises, no resolutions, no breaking a resolution.
Maybe the most grandiose thing my wife I ever did was twice we went to the Mummers Parade in Philadelphia. We lived in South Jersey (Glassboro) and it was nothing to hop on the high-speed line (commuter railway) into Philly. I drove once because I had parking near a co-worker in South Philly.
To me, the attraction of the parade itself, besides the Mummers and Fancy Brigades, was the people who attended the parade. I once saw a young woman who dated a fraternity brother of mine, but she didn’t know me from Adam and so I escaped recognition. My wife had a couple students who were Mummers but that was it.
The drive-in once, the train once, was enough. Did that. We hung out at the Academy of Music on Broad Street, near center city and the judging.
Fortunately, neither my wife nor I had the inclination to do a New Years Eve in Times Square, NYC. My desire for a trip to the Big Apple was during the daylight on a bus or the train. I believe I drove into NYC twice, and twice was plenty.
I never it made to any ball dropping anywhere this year. Just like many years past. And like many years past, I have no resolutions to break.
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