Old Friends, Days Treasured —Cagle

THERE IS something sad about the end of the year, a feeling of loss, even when it’s just night turning into day.

Like chapters in a book, the year tells part of our entire life story, and I’m sure many of us are guilty of turning the page without giving it much thought at all. But, as Barry Manilow used to sing on Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve, “Don’t look so sad, it’s not so bad, you know. It’s just another night, that’s all it is.”