Happy 2015!
Last night at midnight, wherever you are and whenever that was, is when the big celebration took place.
We’re back in Atlanta, and they drop a giant PEACH at midnight here. Considering just how many streets in the metro area are named Peachtree something-or-other, the big peach is not a big surprise.
But our peach and New York’s crystal ball aren’t the only things falling at midnight. Wikipedia has a big list, but here’s some of the ones that caught my attention:
There’s a place in Bermuda where they drop a paper-mache Bermuda onion.
Lots of places in Florida drop citrus fruit. Not just the Oranges that get dropped in Orlando and Miami, but Sarasota drops a pineapple and Brooksville drops a tangerine.
In Maine, Bangor drops a beach ball, and Eastport drops both a maple leaf and a sardine. A sardine!
But my favorite is my own hometown of Cincinnati, Ohio. I wish they still did this, but it doesn’t look like they do. They used to fly a pig, so that once a year, it could be said that pigs do fly.
But only once a year.
I hope that each and every one of you has a happy 2015.
