The confetti scene at about 1:30 into the new year. With most of the drunks pushed off into the Port Authority, we walked down there. DSNY trucks rev across Father Duffy Square. Cops from faroff precincts huddle round for the night's last prayer outside of ToysRUs. Somehow a mild spring mist is in the air, like Time got confused by the countdown and skipped a third of a year at midnight. Back at the apartment I had tracked in some bits of paper on my shoe: One said Peace, on the back was the Target logo. Good night, Ryan Secrest; you really did a good job this time.