Another New Year's Eve, bringing memories, hopes, cheers, and even a few fears as we move into 2018:
We lived in the city of Chicago when I was very small, in the neighborhood known as Pilsen. My grandmother lived just a block away, and one of my aunts and uncles lived just two blocks away. I remember New Year's Eve celebrations at my Grandma's house. We rang cowbells! As we were little kids, we tried to stay up until the New Year rang in and that was quite a treat. That was it! But we knew it was a special night from the time we were little.