March 20, 2001, 9:54 AM —
Happy New Year, everyone! I feel a little silly typing that greeting this morning, since it's still a couple of weeks before January, but not as silly as I do about writing the rest of the column. It must be a disease of some kind, or a rite of passage for journalists. What else could explain the strange notion that we must, in the last few harried weeks of the year, put on our turbans, hold an envelope over our third eye like Johnny Carson, and make predictions?