When I was a teenager my buddies and I would ride the LIRR into Penn Station and work our way up to Times Square with a bottle of peach schnapps and a few bucks.
It was great.
No stupid hats, no roving TV cameras, the only song was Auld Lang Syne, not that stupid atheist commie bullshit. It was real.
New Years Eve in Times Square now is fake, and if there are arschlochs who pay $12 grand to be there - obviously out of towners - well, as grandma would say, “a fool and his money are soon parted”.
“When I was a teenager my buddies and I would ride the LIRR into Penn Station and work our way up to Times Square with a bottle of peach schnapps and a few bucks.”
I’d be going the other way. I remember the kids getting off the train at Penn Station. You could hear the bottles rattling in their shopping bags.