Dear Auld Acquaintances:
 
With a click of the clock and a flip of the calendar, one year supersedes the last and we find ourselves reminiscing on the past and casting our speculation into the future. Most midnights pass without observation, many with no waking attention at all, but somehow the eve of a new year requires our undivided attention, counting down the seconds and embracing the first moments of something “new.”
 
Concurrent with the tick of the annual observance, the musical setting of "Auld Lang Syne" echoes through the reminiscent bell of Guy Lombardo’s saxophone. Someone asks again what it means.