This will be my last post on this blog in this month. And this has been so poignant, so fascinating, so philosophically packed a month that I thought I could most fittingly end it with a rumination on months of January I have known as a resident in New England for most of my days on this planet. Heck, even when I have lived for periods outside the charmed circle of New England it has seldom been further away than Poughkeepsie. Or Staten Island.
So ... what do I think about this mythically two-faced moment of a month in this recurrent trip of ours around the sun?
It sucks.
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