On my daily walk there’s some sort of old tractor or car seat along the path on a neighbor’s land. I call it the ‘Best Seat In the House’. Most days I sit for a spell.

An old friend of mine – I’ve forgotten which one – used to say he never liked New Year’s. He called it ‘forced fun’, like a ‘fake holiday’. People felt compelled to do something. I’ve tended to agree with the sentiment for the most part. The obvious idea being that the calendar – at least…