On the last day of 2018, I was spending time with a friend visiting New York City from Florida. He told me he was thinking of heading to Times Square to watch the ball drop. “No way,” I told him, as any tri-state native would. “Avoid at all costs.” I’ve never understood why a person would voluntarily squish themselves between wasted tourists only to walk home through an obstacle course of 50 tons of trash. Not me. I stayed home, counted down to midnight with my wife, then went straight to bed.
from Stories from Slate http://bit.ly/2Ql60la
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