I remember it vividly: I was sitting alone at the Times, watching the ball drop on my little TV at my desk. There was no one around me. I counted down the seconds to myself in complete depression. "Not next year," I thought. "Next year I'll be in New York at some chic party, yelling down the seconds with everyone around me. Next year I'll be in New York."
And with that, I made a resolution to be a New Yorker by New Year's Eve this year. It's the only resolution I've ever kept.
Happy New Year's, everyone.