Sunrise, New Year’s Eve 2007. The waning night’s cold air glazes frost on the roof deck furniture. We have much for which to be appreciative. We’re moved in. Most of the boxes have been emptied. The punch list is under five pages. People living on Sheridan St. have (largely) set the annoyance of construction behind them and put on the bright face of neighborliness. What a long strange trip it’s been. Happy New Year everyone!
