My offspring and their affiliates, all in their 20's, went downtown for New Year's celebrations last night. It's a pretty big bash here in Northampton, with lights and fireworks and drinking and a ball that falls up rather than down as at Times Square in New York.
Not one of them made it to midnight, when the ball fell 'up.'
"It was too cold," said my older son.
I was in bed and asleep while all this was going on, but the reactions of my kin made me wonder what activities exist these days in which people suffer the downside just in order to say they had been there and done that... to get together so that their lives and the lives of others might contain the same DNA of memory.