Oh, the sound of it. For years, I have flinched, grimaced, missed sleep and whined (along with Old Hodge) as our neighborhood warmed up for the new year’s arrival.
We live in Old Town, and Old Town loves a celebration. Nothing official, you understand, but as long as I can remember, New Year’s Eve has been a time of explosive noise, emanating from all directions. And every year I complain, hu…