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I don’t imagine too many people still do it, but I’ve made a New Year’s resolution.

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The earliest New Year I can remember was when I was probably six. With the sweet smell of exploded firecrackers still hanging heavy in the crisp morning air, I and several other children in the neighborhood were being herded by our parents outside to meet a uniformed policeman.


The decade of the 1950s was coming to a close and a new era of revolutionary changes that the world would forever remember as the 1960s was about to take place. But there was no inkling of those changes that long, long ago morning.


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Resolution

By Notes from the editor | January 16, 2016 - 9:00am

I don’t imagine too many people still do it, but I’ve made a New Year’s resolution.

Starweek Magazine

New Years bring second chances no more

By Jerry Tundag | December 27, 2006 - 12:00am

The earliest New Year I can remember was when I was probably six. With the sweet smell of exploded firecrackers still hanging heavy in the crisp morning air, I and several other children in the neighborhood...

Freeman Opinion