holidays are made of memories
It is hard to believe that 2018 is coming to an end. We are just a little over a year from turning the page to 2020. It seems like only yesterday we were ringing in the new millennium. Doomsday prophets were foreshadowing all sorts of gloom and doom. I was spending that particular New Year’s Eve in Laredo and attending various festivities across the border with old childhood friends. Unlike previous New Year’s Eves, the streets of Nuevo Laredo were almost eerily quiet. Fortunately, the transition to the new millennium was uneventful, and we all returned to our normal day-to-day lives after a traditional (at least for bunch of ne’er-do-wells like the crew I grew up with) New Year’s Day meal of Popeye’s fried chicken and black-eyed peas.