Last year's edition of this post was quite tame in comparison. Almost all the lawns on this side of the block were equally full of party popper entrails, and, with the help of the wind, some of the confetti had migrated into yards as far as two blocks away. It was unclear if the papery explosion was the work of a single rogue party animal or if several neighboring revelers had joined in the fracas.
Day 371
The ashes of New Year’s
January 4th, 2013
