It’s official. You’re dead to me. And frankly, as far as years go, I’ve had better–1985 and 1991, for starters.
Actually, even 1995 was better. Sure, it was the year my divorce became final. But, on the other hand, it was the year my divorce became final! All for the better.
Yet you weren’t the worst in the bunch. (I’m talking to you, 1963, 1973, 1978, 1993, 1994 and 2001.)
But of all the years, of all the gin joints, you were the one that walked into my life last January, looking all innocent and hopeful. You sent me to Brazil for the first time, where I got to teach and that was an extraordinary experience I’ll never forget.
For most of us, though, you will be remembered for Paris and San Bernardino, giving new meaning to the word, incomprehensible.
You exposed a sore in our nation’s psyche, bringing to the forefront the “Black Lives Matter” movement. Charleston, Baltimore, New York, Chicago, Minneapolis, and so on. I guess it’s 2016’s issue to deal with now.
Then there’s the elephant in the room. The slew of Republican candidates running for president. Sure, watching the drama–and insanity–unfold has been the best reality show on earth. This is thanks largely to a certain candidate–I won’t mention any names–who trumped all the rest as he trumpeted on and on about how amazing he is and what losers the rest of us are. Honestly, what were you thinking with that one?
Thank you for demonstrating that sometimes justice prevails, as in the capture of the two convicted killers, one of whom died, after escaping from an upstate New York prison with the assistance of a misbegotten woman. Then there’s the recent apprehension of the “affluenza” teen after making a getaway to Mexico with his mama. Both need to be slapped and I hope this time justice does throw the book at them.
And thanks for the arrest of Bill Cosby, which was a long time coming, if you ask me. I mean, 55 women can’t all be lying and though they all won’t get to see their day in court, Cosby’s arrest represents some sort of vindication for them.
Thank you, too, for the arrest of Enrique Marquez, the friend who helped the San Bernardino terrorist couple buy the weapons, etc. With friends like that, who needs…
Let’s focus on the positive, shall we? Thank you for Adele and her hauntingly beautiful, “Hello,” and for giving me crazy dancing feet every time I heard “Uptown Funk.” Thank you, too, for all the fun outings I went on and getting to see Jackson Browne in concert and Idina Menzel in a Broadway Musical tour of “If/Then.” And thanks for every minute, every second I got to spend with my kids. It does my heart good and I love how easily we get along, giving new meaning to the words, “comfort and joy.”
Some great movies came out in 2015. Thanks for bringing back the “Star Wars” juggernaut. “Jurassic Park,” too. Because of the new films, I came to realize just how much I love these film series. I must admit, I also loved “Room,” “The Big Short” and “Brooklyn.”
Thank you for so many great TV shows–“Bloodline,” “Fargo,” and “The Man in the High Castle,” to name but a few. After seven years, “The Good Wife” still delivers.
I’d be remiss if I didn’t convey my appreciation for saving the life of Henry, my Cavalier King Charles Spaniel who descends from royalty. Sure he can be high maintenance, barking orders, demanding his meals be served like clockwork. But we’re kind of fond of the old boy, ahem, King, and are grateful for his new lease on life.
A somewhat sarcastic thanks for the things we could’ve done without. Like drones, FCC and privacy issues; blinding lasers that are deliberately pointed at airplanes in mid-flight; and the countless injuries associated with the newest pop culture craze–hover boards. Stupid is as stupid does.
For better, for worse, you whizzed by, 2015, and now you’re gone. Dead as a door nail. Kaput. Though everyone is quick to say “Happy New Year” as they ring in the new, there are no choice words to express farewell to the year that kicks the bucket.
So in lieu of that, I’ll just say goodbye. See you never again, 2015.