As you see, I finally met the elderly reader's request.
Frank Phillips took the previous picture in July 2002, shortly before the first "Brazil Buzz" went to press.
A few more wrinkles have surfaced since that day.
Folks, I could not afford a facelift before my granddaughter snapped the photo Christmas Day.
Tomorrow night, we will celebrate New Year's Eve, keeping with tradition.
I hope both are awake at midnight.
I remember the times we moved the coffee table toward the side of the living room.
We danced to the music of Guy Lombardo.
We drank glasses of cheap wine and woke up the kids.
Shotgun blasts nearby rocked the windowpanes of our house on North Alabama Street and every dog in the neighborhood tested their vocal abilities.
Nowadays, we sit down on a comfortable couch and watch our restless legs dance.
We depend on the crickets in our ears to help ring in the new year.
He falls asleep in front of the screen before the confetti flies.
I watch the ball drop above One Times Square in New York City.
Then, the phone rings and those same kids call us during their celebrations.
Paul wakes up and all of us extend our best wishes for a happy new year.
The ball dropping tradition in New York City started in 1908, when a 5-foot, 700-pound wood and iron ball lit with 100, 25-watt bulbs descended a flagpole at midnight.
The ball did not come down in 1942 or 1943, because the city observed a wartime "dim out."
The computer controlled ball weighs more than 1,000-pounds, decorated with many Waterford crystal triangles and lights.
It was a sight fit for the world to see.
We will miss Dick Clark. He was an inspiration to all.
When this senior wraps up the merriment, I usually witness every hour of the beginning of a new year.
Tossing, turning, thinking and planning are not entertainment.
How do I handle all of my health concerns, the changes to Medicare and so much more?
If you are a senior on a fixed income, you know the uncertainties we face.
What can we squeeze out of our paychecks and tiny cost of living raise?
What lies ahead in 2013?
Prayers, hopes and careful planning come to mind.
I cannot stop worrying about the chick in this nesting box and the old rooster.
The truth is, worry is an inherited trait and part of my job.
The snowplow cleared Elm Street and we are grateful and appreciative.
The mail carrier, Ceres Solutions fuel truck and Duke Energy have come, and we have moved about freely in the aftermath of the latest snowstorm.
Paul and I appreciate the help.
God bless the crew that keeps our streets and roads safe and passable.
Without them, we would be stuck.
The folks in the little blue house at the end of the road wish everyone a Happy New Year.
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