It begins this week with a tip of the cap and an admission of defeat.
So last year at this time, I wrote my column in the vein of worrying less about resolutions, going so far as to call out their superfluous and almost gratuitous existence, understanding that most of the resolutions made carry a very transient, if-it-happens-it-happens nature.
So I have a story for you this week about Saturday’s bad weather and the nasty driving conditions it created. I’ll preface the story by saying that this definitely did not happen to me. It is most definitely a story about someone else, and in no way has anything to do with what happened to me on Saturday. This is not a personal account.
Once again, under the disguise of a Christmas celebration, the city of Sutton will be throwing me a parade for my three-year anniversary of being here in town. You all are far too kind.
There I was, crouched in the dark, cold basement of an old, vacant building with my Nikon, tripod, video camera, digital voice recorder and Mag light, ready to capture some EVPs and register some K2 hits.
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