It’s hard to believe that the year has come and is almost gone. It seems like only yesterday that we were locked in a room with a flip chart pad and some markers establishing the vision for the Winter Park Times.

For me, 2017 was affixed to the steep side of life’s learning curve.  It was a blur of information blasted out in a frenzy of keystrokes from moment to moment. Much of the time racing from thought to thought, edition to edition without taking a single breath so I wanted to take pause and thank everyone who has contributed, read and supported our efforts and vision for a grassroots startup.

We look forward to things to come and as the gerbil wheel of life whispers its calling on a new year, it’s always a good opportunity to take a look back and reflect on our haps and mishaps. Internalizing, learning and growing lest we not forget the old Scot’s poem.

Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and old lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

And surely you’ll buy your pint cup!
and surely I’ll buy mine!
And we’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

We two have run about the slopes,
and picked the daisies fine;
But we’ve wandered many a weary foot,
since auld lang syne.

We two have paddled in the stream,
from morning sun till dine;
But seas between us broad have roared
since auld lang syne.

And there’s a hand my trusty friend!
And give me a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll take a right good-will draught,
for auld lang syne.