Well, here we are, about to enter 2020.
I’m going to call it a new decade for the sake of this Publishers’ Corner, and ignore the one scold in our office who argues (probably correctly, technically), that since our calendar system doesn’t have a “year zero,” decades don’t start until the years that end in “one” begin.
2021 in this case, but what’s the fun in that? You’ll never see, “The Greatest Hits of 1991-2001,” or “The Best Sports Moments of 2011-2021.” So I’m throwing the science out the window and ignoring all you know-it-alls out there and celebrating the start of the new decade. Bring on the twenty-twenties!
What will the new decade bring? At the speed that artificial intelligence is developing, these Publishers’ Corners might just write themselves by 2029 without any human effort. I wonder if you can teach robots to write with sarcasm.
What will people born in the 2020s be called? We’ve already used Generations X, Y and Z. Maybe we go back to the beginning of the alphabet. Or, God forbid, we actually stop trying to shoehorn labels onto a particular generation of human beings.
But let’s not get ahead of ourselves.
For the moment, we’re still in 2019, and Ann and I hope your plans for the holidays will be fun and happy. For the first time ever, we got our tree early, on Dec. 1, which is unheard of in our family. We’ve been going to North Eagle Gallery and Christmas Tree Farm off of the highway near Melita Road for a number of years. Invariably, it’s muddy and pretty cold, and usually it takes an inordinate amount of time because someone in our family is very, very picky.
But since we were so early this year, there were plenty of beautiful trees to choose from, and we were out of there in 20 minutes – a Peters Family record by a long shot. And then the tree got decorated within two days – another record!
One thing we haven’t done early, of course, is Christmas shopping. Every year, I swear I’m going to buy everything online. But by the time I actually get around to plopping myself in front of a computer, it turns out that nothing will arrive by Christmas.
The bright side of that procrastination is that I end up shopping locally, which is what I should do anyway – and you, too!
All of us here at the Kenwood Press wish all of you a Happy Holiday, and hope everybody gets some time to relax amidst the chaos of Christmas and New Year’s.
We plan to, especially since we don’t publish a Jan. 1 issue. Some time without a deadline! Our next issue will be out Jan. 15. See you then!