Picture one of these…
…the only one we have left, a legacy and memorial of your grandparents, half-filled with Grand Marnier, half an hour before midnight on New Year’s Eve, being raised in your honor by the man who loves you most while some TV voice at Times Square sings John’s Imagine.
Then imagine him going to bed and sleeping soundly (for a change) and not waking up until almost 9 hours into 2017. Imagine him waking up still, as always, in love.
And now, good morning coffee. Good morning. Coffee. Salud!