"Are you going to Sid's on New Year's eve?" Marietta wanted to know.
Every New Year's Sid opens his home to all who want to come.
There are no invitations. No raucous midnight celebration.
No enforced merriment. No Paper hats. No noisemakers.
It is a gathering for those who want to mark the occasion. To see old
friends.
Just those of the old crowd who are in town and still remember.
"I don't know," I told her.