I have never liked New Year’s Eve. Americans might have voted for “€œchange”€ recently, but I”€™ve rarely desired it, always finding the same-old, same-old to be as bright or brighter than any new horizons. As a child on New Year’s Eve, when everyone was looking toward a better new year, I was always wondering what was wrong with the last one. To instinctively oppose change is what most would call a “€œreactionary”€ position and growing up in the comfortable, close-knit community of Hanahan, South Carolina, very well might have turned me into one at an early age.