By 1812Blockhouse — who else?
After 1,042 posts, 2,500 links to stories from other local media, and countless lessons learned, we’re ready to say good-bye to 2020.
As we do so, we’re taking a day off so that Thursday night can be a night of celebration and looking ahead. We will see you bright and early on Saturday morning, January 1.
We will be sending out a New Year’s Day edition of our Richland Roast newsletter, which is bound to have one or two unique posts included. We will also be updating Richland Tweets on Friday, although we suspect that the “tweetflow” will be reduced as locals celebrate the holiday.
We close our 2020 not with our words, but with the words of poet Alfred, Lord Tennyson, particularly these three stanzas from his poem “Ring Out, Wild Bells:”
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.
