Dan had to work New Year’s Eve. He and his fellow officers walked around Times Square and kept people watching the ball drop from their pens safe. He did a FaceTime with Anat at midnight to wish her a happy New Year. She held up Jerry. She wasn’t sure if she should keep him up this late. But she figured it was New Year’s.
Alana and Marc did what they always did. They had sandwiches and beer. This year they chose roast beef from Brennan & Carr. Marc visited his Sheepshead Bay-based grandma earlier for her birthday. As usual, they watched Dick Clark’s Rockin’ New Year’s Eve. All they watched was the ball drop. Every year the performers get worse and worse. This year they thought it was the worst of the worst. They dreamed of having up and coming new bands. Perhaps the Weird Wolves or Slooshy. And throw in some real talent. Maybe U2, Depeche Mode, Springsteen, Patti Smith or Sting? If only the Ramones were still around.
Just after the ball dropped Marc played the live version of “New Year’s Day.” He chose the Red Rocks version. Man, U2 in 1983. When music was still good. They did a Zoom beer with all their friends. All were in good spirits. By that time Jerry was fast asleep in his baseball pajamas. Anat didn’t know if she should put him in Red Sox PJs or wait till he chose his team. She wanted him to like Boston. But wouldn’t push it on him. If Alana ever gave birth the kid would probably pop out in a Yankee hat and Iron Horse jersey.
Things were quiet. No one knew where Jay was. He was laying low. But they knew he was preparing more havoc. He was still on bolos throughout the USA. No one has seen him.
Jay knew exactly what he was doing. He was living upstate NY in a cave.
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