2010 is ending up with me battling a wicked headcold. Better than being snowbound and stuck onan airport tarmac.

And I can do my own TSA pat down. (Last I checked, I am still considered a mild threat to the free world).

But this is a good New Year’s to get out and tear up the town.

2010 isn’t just the end of the year. It’s the end of the decade.

You can tell how bankrupt of ideas news ppeople are when they start listing the best and worst from the decade.

But it’s true. The decade is over, We really are turning over a new page into a new year and a new 10 year cycle.

Remember 2000 and how we were all afraid of Y2K?

Isn’t that so turn of the century?

Then 2001 came and we saw the real threat.

George W. Bush.

They always ask this question at election time, but never on New Year’s Eve: Are you better off now than you were a year ago?

How about a decade ago?

Too depressing for New Year’s Eve?

Drink up.

The decade is over, hurrah!

2011— can’t wait.