TELEVISION WATCH no catastrophe it’s two thousand and thirteen everything survived faulty mayan chicken bones? or just a few days delay? i’m watching TV and the noisy times square crowd counting the seconds watching the huge ball descend 58 -9- and –midnight! the old year is gone it’s two thousand and thirteen so? how should i feel with the noise and confetti wasted by eighty-three years? i must shrug aware of horns and fireworks my cats running round then there is this sudden hush i yawn - stretch – snap the TV Seriously. This is just me. Y'all have a great New Year. Love, daver