Don’t you wish you could leave this year behind you? Don’t you wish you could leave the last 4 years behind you?
We never really celebrated on New Year’s Eve. Years ago Canadian Radio, “As It Happens,” asked me to record what we were doing on New Year’s and Shlomzion suggested that we go to see the lion on Anonymous Alley get up and crawl to Bethlehem street, just like Yeats described the second coming: “What rough beast, it’s hour come round at last/ slouching to Bethlehem to be born?”
But the beast did rise up, although for a short time – midnight brought us a few rockets on Tel Aviv.
Rena thought I was crazy to think there could be a possibility – but I pointed out the shelter as we sat waiting for the pizza. And I made sure to be near safety – under the cover – when the clock struck.