Out with the old

I am an unhappy resident of Hululand right now, because the Hulu streaming service removed "NYPD Blue" from its bill of fare, and Peggy and I enjoyed the drama provided by Andy Sipowicz and company. I wish they hadn't taken it off, but whaddya gonna do?

Meanwhile. I get an email from Hulu Headquarters telling me I could win a trip for two to the New Year's Rockin' Eve "Experience" in Times Square this 12/31, and even though the email promises a chance at a "VIP experience," "overlooking the excitement of New Year's Rockin' Eve" with a "view of the world-famous New Year’s Eve Ball Drop, the confetti shower, and the thrilling energy of the Times Square crowd below: it's going to be an unforgettable New Year’s Eve! Flight and accommodations included" my interest in going is nil.

Year after year, we sit and watch the people thronging "The crossroads of America," as Times Square likes to be called, on New Year's Eve, and year after year we raise higher the estimates of what it would take to entice us to stand there glute to glute with several million strangers, none of whom have been able to visit a restroom since about 4 o'clock.

And here it is, almost midnight.

How could they stand it? I guess it Depends. 

To get us to go, I would want a personal spot-a-potty with sink and heated towels, concierge meal and snack service, and ear plugs.

I'm not entering the drawing, but even if I win, I will gladly award the prize to a friend so we could stay home, watching on ABC, ready to say, "Oh look! There's Jim Bob now!"