ProSoundWeb: Growing up, I’d stay awake each New Year’s Eve to watch the telecast of the Times Square ball drop. It was always a bright, colorful spectacle.
In my teens, I visited Times Square in person. Standing in the middle of New York City, my gaze followed someone’s pointed finger towards the top of a distant building. “That’s where the ball drops.”
Really? How underwhelming.
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