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Last year, at the stroke of Midnight, I dipped a piece of Chinese Bbq in hot mustard and rolled it in bacon bits to welcome the new year.

 

This year, we had to pause rehearsal of Syringa Tree at 8 to go outside to watch the fireworks  being fired off a block away in Town Square.

 

And I still made it home in time for bbq pork and champagne.  We launched off paper lanterns with wishes and set off a trunk load of fireworks Panty Rob bought.

 

Happy New Year!