I lift a glass today to Ol' Man 2008. It feels like yesterday when you were just a baby. I salute you for being much much better behaved than your older brother, 2007. I have no real problems with you except for the normal "things happen" stuff - but that stuff is inevitable so you're forgiven. My only critique is that, even though I am better off after your tenure, I'm nowhere close to where I thought I'd be. Which is why you're fired. Nothing personal, you understand - just quotas. 2008, turn in your badge and your gun immediately.

Tomorrow, I'l hire your replacement.

(Everyone's New Year's Resolution: bookmark Instant Classic and read it. All the time.)

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