First off, I'm a guy who has a great hatred for crowds of smelly people bumping into each other. I hate the thought of living in the land of tall buildings. A three story building is too big for me. Why do people subject themselves to the hours of agony waiting for a big ball to slowly lower itself to the ground? Wife and I watched the ball drop in the Square and there was miles of people packed elbow to elbow, or at least blocks of people. There are no satellites. No stores with bathrooms. They talked about people being there for hours to get good spots and wearing diapers to make it through the hours of wait. Boy, I bet it must smell like New Orleans during Mardi Gras, another place I made it through life without having visited. This year it was cold, raining buckets, and generally miserable but don't think that meant you could find a spot to stand. Packed with people who really considered that enjoyment.
Okay, so I'm an old curmudgeon but I wish you guys a Happy New Year and may you find your peace on a quiet lake or river and not in throngs of elbow to elbow bodies.