Happy New Year, everyone!
If you’ve been following my writing for any amount of time, you know that I usually try and spend the week between Christmas and New Year’s someplace warm. A place where the beer flows like wine. Where beautiful women instinctively flock like the Salmon of Capistrano. And this year was no different, so greetings from sunny Punta Cana in the Dominican Republic, where I watched the Patriots take out the Jets on the pool deck with my computer in one hand and a Mai Tai in the other. I’m usually a beer and whiskey guy, and gladly so, but tropical weather and palm trees isn’t very conducive to enjoying a nice Jack on the rocks, so you’ll excuse me the indulgence.