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As the decades passed, it evolved into a party where the gang that lived in each other's back pockets in our twenties and early thirties got together once a year to compare notes and medical conditions.
The New Year's eve party was a big part of my solstice season, but Carol didn't always feel like attending either of the two parties I visited.
But, I always made it a point to be with her at midnight. That was our tradition - we would see the New Year in together.
So, I was always home by midnight. Or at least by quarter after midnight, if the roads were uglier than I'd expected.
With that tradition to haunt me if I stayed home on NYE, I was happy when the friend who hosted the party that we would usually attend decided to brave Covid and hold it this year. The party was a scaled down version with invitations that included a BYOVC (Vaccination Certification). (OK, no Certificates were checked, but everyone was Vaxxed and boosted.)
About a half dozen of us got together and discussed the politics of pandemics, the state of space exploration, foibles with cell-phones, and life events like cruises and retirements.