Dear everyone who is celebrating the end of the decade:
That's next year.
Due to the fact that there wasn't actually a year Zero, the tenth year was... wait for it..... 10.
So the beloved 200x decade ends at the end of the 2010 calendar year.
So all of these Rolling Stone 'Best of the Decade' lists are a bit premature.
Then again, RS has been known to have a bit of a hair-trigger. Lightweights.
However, centuries and millennia are appropriately celebrated as the counter rolls over another digit.
Y2k was a good one, I spent that night sitting on the steps of Grace Cathedral in San Francisco.
(I wanted to be close to a church- just in case.) Nothing happened other than a sweet fireworks show at the Embarcadero.
10 before that, I was on a dark cold street in the south end of Utah County, burning illegal incendiary devices and demolishing garbage cans. I didn't know it at the time, but my life as I had known it- for the entire 4 years of my post-adolescent life- was in the process of changing. Quickly and permanently. Friends and family were shifting, changing. Priorities and focus were being modified, the 90s were here, and the strangest, most difficult times of my life were close at hand.
Just reflecting: None of my grandparents lived through a century or millennial passing, but I've lived through both.
Yet another thing I don't have in common with them.
