Must've been 1986. I was in between marriages, not dating anyone at the time and decided to work that New Year's Eve (was driving the taxi then). Along came midnight and I was parked in front of The Brasserrie (Park Ave and 53rd) when all of a sudden I heard this LOUD roar (it was the sound of the crowd in Times Square when the ball dropped). Here I was, less than a mile away from about 400,000 people and I felt lonelier than I ever did before.

Made some good money that night, though.