You didn't have to buy gifts, or go anywhere, or do anything. You didn't have to get dressed up or visit anyone or give a party. Most people didn't know what it was, and no matter how thoroughly it was explained, no one quite understood anyway.
It was a thing of beauty, a rare inexplicable mystery of life, a thing to be studied, a thing to be pondered and treasured, a thoroughly reliable group of 24 very special hours. In the Bronx they spat, and in Brooklyn they danced.
But now it's the same everywhere--sit in the auditorium and blah blah blah and go to a meeting and blah blah blah and don't be late because we have more blah blah blah blah blah.
And for all the good it did we might as well have stayed home. But the chancellor and the union president decided we needed the blah blah blah if we wanted the do re mi.
What a waste. Next year I'm gonna bring a book.
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