January 2010

Walking through Midland Street, Bay City, Michigan
January 1, 2010 at 8:00am

Down to the River Walk with Scrappy. A thin layer of fluffy snow hides the ice patches, catches us on occasion, but neither of us fall. Nobody else around, but the tracks of humans and their dogs. Who else would get up so early on New Year's Day? Dogs, not their people.

The snow on Midland street is trampled through. Outside the Lumberbaron, brightly colored confetti is frozen to the sidewalk, black styrofoam takeout boxes litter the lot, red and white checkered pizza slice papers tumble along in the wind.

Lucky's still has their outdoor speakers on, some inane rock and roll ballad blares as we walk past, then fades to dissonance in the cold. The guy with his chow mix walks on the other side of the street. "Your dog doesn't like mine," he said to me once. His chow barks, snaps and snarls - would attack us if that leash broke - that guy has a skewed perception of which dog has the issue. "Happy new year!" I call to him across the street, over his monster's snarls. He nods and waves, tells the dog to shut up after we pass.

Dorr's restaurant is open for breakfast. Cheese omelet with potatoes is the special today. The waitress leans heaviy onto the counter, looking out the window but past us walking by. Her hair hangs in loose clumps out of her pony tail. Here she is not five hours later, ready to serve the hungover patrons who won't remember playing grabass with her last night, or that they stiffed her on the tip. She's tired, but she'll remember.

A crumpled black jacket lays in the middle of the sidewalk in front of the last bar. It's lightly dusted with snow, and I think to pick it up, but then decide against it. It makes it's own kind of art there: NYD 2010 - The Morning After Sidewalk. At least there wasn't any puke - not on this side of the street anyway. I'm sure on the Mean Chow side there was some - usually by the Westside there's a pile, along with frozen pee that starts partway up the building wall and makes it's way down the sidewalk.

Oh, to think of all the fun I miss by staying home on New Year's Eve, not going to the bars until midnight and then drinking until 2am. I can't remember the last time I side the other side of midnight, let alone 2am. No, I'll take these mornings any day over late nights. The cold, crisp calm of winter morning sunrises. The quiet walk down to the river, frozen over and still. Empty city streets. This is a much better way to start a new year, and hope it stays just as dull the whole year long.