Millennium Zulu Event
For those of you like my wife who think that going out to celebrate New Year’s Eve is for amateurs...but, you feel obligated to posterity to acknowledge the new millennium...have I got a plan for you. But first I wanna say, that I haven’t yet, and may never, take a position on whether January First 2000 marks the new millennium or whether it should be 2001.
Personally, I think it’s all too much hype, and similarly believe that people who get exercised over which year it should be ought to get a life. If you think it’s truly important, fine. But unless Jesus, Buddha, and Mohammed all show up in person to tell the world otherwise, this January is it. I mean, whaddya gonna do next year? Have Y2K2? Let it go.
Of course, those who have been hanging on so long to this issue aren’t likely to let go. I read about one of these millennium warriors -- and I use the term figuratively -- who manages Slocum’s Bowlodrome somewhere in New Jersey. It would probably be wise that he keep his day job.
But back to my idea, for those of you who know better than to be out with the crazies, and for you folks who like we folks are usually asleep long before midnight. Linda and I are celebrating Millennium Zulu. You know the millennium part. The Zulu is a pilot reference to Universal Time Coordinate, which is a Greenwich Mean Time. Get it? We’re going to celebrate the millennium as the GMT time change.
That’s London time...five hours earlier than New York, and Boston and those people. And four in the afternoon here in California. Our Millennium Zulu Event is for friends who have later plans and want to get a head start, or who, like us, plan to be all cuddled and probably asleep when the clock strikes midnight on the west coast. Sure it’s possible that we will wake up around that time and say something thoughtful if inarticulate and fall back to sleep. But our formal acknowledgment will be when the world first enters the new year, century, and millennium.
Perhaps its because we’re back only a month from a trip to the UK that the idea of raising our glasses in time with our forebears -- not to mention my sister and her family who live in London -- has considerable appeal. And no, that’s not just a rationalization. Truth be told, Friday turns into Saturday, December into January, three nines become three zeroes. And all it means to me is another dawn of another day of extraordinary life on our wonderful planet Earth. What’s not to celebrate.
And that’s SetonnoteS...I’m Tony Seton.
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