we had our traditional shrimp hors d'oeuvres while watching the ball come down in times square.
chanda had her favorite drink: sparkling apple cider.
and then we banged the pot lids out the front door and listened to the neighborhood sounds: anyone out there? no, all was quiet.
when i was a little girl, i'd hear other people banging their pot lids out their front doors . . greeting the new year with a ruckus and a cheer.
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