When I was a kid, we'd watch Guy Lombardo and at midnight, under the watchful eyes of my parents, we'd go outside, bang pot lids together and yell Happy New Year. We didn't this year; there was no Guy Lombardo so we watched the Marx Brothers and when midnight rolled around we weren't inspired enough to make a racket. Oh well.
This is an old CdS from the Post Mag and I've posted it before. These are lazy days.