New Year's sometimes puzzles me. For example, I've never been sure why there is an apostrophe between Year and s.
Furthermore, I've never understood why dropping that ball in Times Square officially starts the next, or new, year. For that matter, why is there no apostrophe between the Time and the s? Huh?
Pay attention. Here comes an awkward segue.
Nor can I understand why the New York Times would ruin this happy season by announcing they have hired that pompous wingnut Bill Kristol of the Weekly Standard for op-ed pieces. Pestilence followed by disease. However, maybe that's a new place to insert unused apostrophes. Between Kristol and his s.
Note to readers: now that I got that out of my craw, we shift back to New Year's.
The NYT shines best when it lets writers editorialize about horses. No, not the horse Bill Kristol rode in on. I'm talking about Verlyn Klinkenborg's thoughtful opinion piece today. She writes a sensitive piece about the rhythms of rural life, of horses and of New Year's. She has a beautiful touch, beautiful contact with that reality. It's only a few paragraphs.
Happy New Year's with or without the apostrophe.