In my father's day, a car's odometer was a purely analog device. I remember the time he surpassed 99,999 miles on his old Ford, and it rolled over to five zeros just like when the car first arrived from the factory. Anyway, I'm not particularly good about marking each new year with top ten lists of all the great crap I did in the previous twelve months, resolutions about how I can better my crappy self, profound reflections about the meaning of it all. But that doesn't mean I take anything for granted either. I am still happy about each and every one of the new years as they come along, and I hope you are as well. Cheers to 2023!
