I have never been what you’d call a party animal, but there was a time when we would get together with friends to greet the new year. Later in life, it was at least a matter of honor to stay up to see the ball drop. Now, it feels a little irresponsible to be up at this late hour watching the Twilight Zone. Please join me next December 31 at Denny’s. 4:30 pm sharp. I’ll be the one in the orthopedic slippers, complaining about the young punks who keep walking on my lawn.