The Old Tradition
When I was a kid, my sister and I looked forward to New Years Eve not because it meant staying up until midnight and not because it meant a new year. It meant making a ton of noise by banging on pots and pans when the big hand reached midnight, and we were always in for that!
We had one pot that was sooooooooo dented, but we kept it anyway. It served as the puke pot when we had stomach bugs.
I always fought to get the puke pot because it had the best sound. Over all the noise of our neighborhood, its frequency rose over all the other sounds of the Grove Street Cacophony.
Looking back and thinking about the gallons of vomit that pot saw each year, it was the perfect vessel with which to purge an old year and ring in a new one.
Happy New Year, everybody!
We had one pot that was sooooooooo dented, but we kept it anyway. It served as the puke pot when we had stomach bugs.
I always fought to get the puke pot because it had the best sound. Over all the noise of our neighborhood, its frequency rose over all the other sounds of the Grove Street Cacophony.
Looking back and thinking about the gallons of vomit that pot saw each year, it was the perfect vessel with which to purge an old year and ring in a new one.
Happy New Year, everybody!