When I was a kid growing up in New Jersey, naturally we watched television out of New York City. This was back in the 70’s, when there were only three networks (2, 4, and 7) and three independent channels (5, 9, and 11).
But what I remember most about New Year’s Eve wasn’t the ball dropping on television, but rather the movies that were played. I have no idea why, but channels 5 and 11 always played either Yellow Submarine or 2001: A Space Odyssey.
I’ve decided to celebrate both my long-past youth and the holiday by watching both films this year on the eve of the new year. We had planned to have people over to celebrate, but bronchitis has swept through the house, and we’ll have a small, cough-filled, family celebration this year.
With Chinese food. That’s the other tradition. You always have Chinese food on New Year’s Eve.
Happy New Year, everyone.