Thunder THIS ... a 2018 reminder.

First published in 2016. Contrarians of the world, rise up!

It's the least wonderful time of the year

With the fighter jets screaming

And everyone drinking the shittiest beer

It's the least wonderful time of the year

It's the dumb-dumbiest season of all

With those circle jerk fireworks and throngs of stone drunk jerks

When Thunder Day falls

It's the dumb-dumbiest season of all

(with fervent apologies to Andy Williams)

I'll be in or near the perimeter of the 1117 E. Spring Street Neighborhood Association, guarding the premises with a bottle of gin in one hand, vermouth in the other, and recalling what it was like during the London blitz.

Move on ... mind the gap (in consciousness) ... nothing to see here. But if you must do it, consider doing it in New Albany: Thunder is #SoIN New Albany. Localism's better than nothing.

Previous outbursts at NAC:

"These aircraft ... are normally used to do stuff like carry troops, bomb buildings and kill people."

The Derby Grinch says: In or out of town today, just drink better beer.

Thunder THIS ... a 2017 reminder.

(First published in 2016. Contrarians of the world, rise up!)

It's the least wonderful time of the year

With the fighter jets screaming

And everyone drinking the shittiest beer

It's the least wonderful time of the year

It's the dumb-dumbiest season of all

With those circle jerk fireworks and throngs of stone drunk jerks

When Thunder Day falls

It's the dumb-dumbiest season of all

(with apologies to Andy Williams)

I'll be in or near the perimeter of the 1117 E. Spring Street Neighborhood Association, guarding the premises with a bottle of gin in one hand, vermouth in the other, and recalling what it was like during the London blitz.

Move on ... mind the gap (in consciousness) ... nothing to see here.

Previous outbursts at NAC:

"These aircraft ... are normally used to do stuff like carry troops, bomb buildings and kill people."

The Derby Grinch says: In or out of town today, just drink better beer.

Thunder THIS.

It's the least wonderful time of the year

With the fighter jets screaming

And everyone drinking the shittiest beer

It's the least wonderful time of the year

It's the dumb-dumbiest season of all

With those circle jerk fireworks and throngs of stone drunk jerks

When Thunder Day falls

It's the dumb-dumbiest season of all

(with apologies to Andy Williams)

I'll be in or near the perimeter of the 1117 E. Spring Street Neighborhood Association, guarding the premises with a bottle of gin in one hand, vermouth in the other, and recalling what it was like during the London blitz.

Move on ...mind the gap (in consciousness) ... nothing to see here.

Previous outbursts at NAC:

"These aircraft ... are normally used to do stuff like carry troops, bomb buildings and kill people."

The Derby Grinch says: In or out of town today, just drink better beer.

New Year's Eve gone, Year Zero of New Albany's bicentennial end times begins now.

A quiet, conversational and largely impromptu New Year's Eve was spent with friends, food and beer. Thanks to the gang for making it happen. It was an unexpected pleasure, even if I couldn't find a single slice of white bread in the whole damned house.

We went outside at midnight, and no church bells, chimes, carillons or gongs were audible, not even a tintinnabulum, although we heard plenty of gunshots toward the sky like in the Balkans and Yemen, cheap imported fireworks and what may have been a meth lab explosion.

There's nothing like ringing in a new year in wonderful and delightful New Albany, where we're as far North as the Deep South ever gets.