At the end of a year that was in turn exhilarating, awkward, dumbfounding, and ruinous, a few lines from a wonderfully simple song long associated with December 31 seem appropriate:
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!
Chorus.-For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
In twenty days, George Bush will be forever gone. If that's not worth a song, what is?
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!
Chorus.-For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
In twenty days, George Bush will be forever gone. If that's not worth a song, what is?