Now we could get by with just some fireworks:
But WC lives in Idaho now, and Idaho, as the car license plate says, is Famous Potatoes. And here in Idaho – you can’t make this stuff up – they celebrate New Year’s Eve by dropping a potato.
True, it is a very large potato.
In preparation for a downtown street fair, they hoist the damn thing up, in front of the state capitol building. It dangles from a giant boom crane and – because this is Idaho, WC supposes – they have lights on it that variously show a map of the state, Mr. Potato Head and other, more uncertain images.
It was about 10 degrees, with a breeze holding the flags out. Cold weather, for these parts. The crowd was pretty thin. In fact, the cops outnumbered the crowd. But it was still pretty early when WC was there. That’s a bandstand under the bannock. Under a kind of Spud of Damocles, perhaps. WC had no intention of waiting until midnight to watch a potato drop. So WC leaves the climax, such as it is, to your imagination.
Baked, mashed or fries?
A slightly strange, Happy New Year from Idaho, gentle readers.