Folded thought of the day:

"Our history is an aggregate of last moments."
-- Thomas Pynchon


So, here we are.  Kicking up the final dust of the 1900s.  
Any last words?  Seems like I've been saying so much down 
here.  Is it time for me to shut up?  Should I keep 
rambling on?  Will anybody be there to listen?  

Yes, what shall we do with this thing called Below the Fold?  

I guess we'll all just have to tune in next year and 
see what unfolds.  

In the meantime, be sure to have a safe and fun New 
Year's Eve -- no matter how you plan to celebrate 
this odometer-turning.  

And when the lights do go off, here's hoping we're the 
ones at the switch.  

Clap on.  Clap off.  So the Millennium goes.  A ring 
around the rosy.  A pocket full of woe-is-me's.  
Gathering ashes along the boardwalk.  Tripping on 
the edge of a figure-eight.  Or is it infinity?  Or 
just a couple zeroes, good for nothings?  Falling 
down in a dizzy sensation.  Spinning toward a new 
year, with all those nasty reminders biting at your 
heals.  Get up.  Shake it off.  Straighten your 
suit. 

Climb to the top of the clocktower.  With its arms 
held high.  Set your sights... get your bearing.  
Tune your instrument to that ringing.  Hear the 
cheer, the signal to come down and join the fun.  
Skipping along the sidewalk on a hopscotch 
skeleton.  Skipping stones in the deserted 
playfield.  

Following the distant rumblings to the amusement 
park grounds.  Remnants of a big gathering... 
rusted over, creaking in the fallout wind.  
Party favors... all run out.  

Dressed to the nines.  Look a bit ragged now.  
A bit worn around the edges.  Holes in the pocket, 
the stitching and the style betraying an age 
now gone.  Along with that curtain... which once 
parted so proudly before Kings and Queens and 
restless dreamers, now shuffles and creaks 
as it draws shut, drawing this act to a close.  

The party has moved uptown.  And the trains 
have stopped running.  Best to climb to the 
top of the Ferris Wheel now frozen in time... 
and ride this one out.  

A round of applause.  What a show.