This has been a helluva year. We’re not just saying goodbye to 2016, we’re shooting it in the head. Here, let me explain, why … pull up a chair and grab a beer.
Welcome to the real 2016. January 1 doesn't count; it's that in-between days when people my age and older worry about writing the wrong year on checks while our children and grandchildren stand by our sides asking, “What's a check?” January 1 is for parades and football and corned beef if you're in the Midwest, hog jowl or fat back if you're in the South. January 1 isn't a real day.