Milady and I went to a party last night, an eclectic mix of small town folks, politicians, educators, cops, nurses, students. Just a bunch of folks who know one another. Lots of food and drink and all the conversation one could ask. I talked about everything from politics to home schooling, to police work, to the movie industry, to ... oh, you name it. It was a good party.
This little dog made the rounds, getting scratched from everyone present. We old folks waited for the ball to drop, made a toast to the New Year, then left to let the younger folks continue the revelry. PawPaw was up way past his bedtime last night.
Today we're having family over for lunch. The menu is blackeye peas, cabbage, corn bread, iced tea. It's a very traditional New Years day meal, at least in the Deep South.