New Year's Eve, then and now.
Back in the early 1970's my pals Richard, Eric, (sometimes Jeff), various girl-friends and I would see the New Year in at the Clifton Suspension Bridge in Bristol. U.K. We were all very evangelical Christians, very pious, and utterly abstemious. Thus our celebration of the turn of the year was utterly safe. We would stand on the Bridge until we heard the singing of Auld Lang Syne at the very racy (for us) Grand Spa Hotel Old photo' of the Hotel's Terrace then we would walk home. It was a four mile walk for me. NICE MEMORIES! -------------------------------------------------- In 2015 I visited with my friend Betty at 5:00 p.m. on Christmas Eve I was at home by 6:30 p.m,, and in bed two hour later. When I woke up at 4:30 the next morning, it was already January 1st 2016. NICE SLEEP! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Sans any other pressing engagements on New