We never saw 2020 coming. When Happy Ned Year 2019 hit the paper a year ago, I sure did not foresee that the next year would so vigorously reframe the very essence of this now 20-year-old column: To celebrate the strange and unexpected, and obscure stuff either unearthed or made up.
So here again goes Happy Ned Year, your annual random scrum of crumbs swept from the tattered tablecloth of 2020.
(Was the cocktail year 2020 not the perfect time for mixing metaphors?)
And, Happy 2021; our sense of optimism gives new meaning to the phrase âa new ring.â
Itâs amazing: I Googled, and could not find, any play on the word toxin as âtalk sin.â Not even from the lips of some super-spreader church pastor.