One Giant Monkey Fist

That’s what my back is, Mr. Peterman.

I’ve now been in constant motion for almost 12 hours. Behind me…crab dip-stuffed Anaheim peppers topped with shrimp, crab-stuffed mushrooms, maple sausage-stuffed mushrooms, cashew chicken balls, Brad’s Big Balls (also known as sausage/cheese biscuits), mini chicken burritos, a semi-full bar set-up, and a clean house. My wife took care of half of the clean house and the desserts (a whole bunch of cookies, including my favorites…Snicker Doodles). She’s actually still working. I can’t see straight anymore. So, I have retired to my home office…a place full of musical instruments and this computer.

By this time tomorrow night, my house will be full of friends, alcohol, food, and music. We’ll kick the hell out of 2001 and look forward to a 2002 full of good stuff.

2001 wasn’t all bad. My wife and I celebrated our first anniversary…and getting that first year behind us. I met my buddy Todd. T and Patti decided to have a kid. Janice and Brett decided to have another round of baby-making. Gary and Ruth had their first child. I got to see Jay and Su for LEAF…twice. I got to go back home once and see my parents…and remembered that I have a lot to appreciate when it comes to the people who brought me into this world. I got to go on a ski trip with all my college friends (who I am missing a bit more these days). I have started communicating on a semi-regular basis with my cousin who is responsible for a big part of who I am and what I do today. I chased a murderer to Tennessee and was the first to listen to his confession. A bank robber made me laugh by making fun of my mother. Steve and Myra got married. Daly and Julia got married. Jay and Sara got married. Beth and Joe got married.

This could go on for a long time. I’m going to stop before I start remembering all the bad stuff that happened this year.

To all my friends, family, and casual readers of my daily blather…have a happy and safe new year.

And if you wanna come by Mt. Willis..the party starts in about 20 hours.

Bring a bottle of something.

Brad Willis

Brad Willis is a writer based in Greenville, South Carolina. Willis spent a decade as an award-winning broadcast journalist. He has worked as a freelance writer, columnist, and professional blogger since 2005. He has also served as a commentator and guest on a wide variety of television, radio, and internet shows.

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