Next year, this time, will be ten years from 1999. The Y2K bug, the terror-filled predictions of the end of the world, the bets on the failure of the entire computer system. Stockpiling food and water, making paper copies of everything electronic, spending the last few minutes in breathless, excited, terror. Then, the anti-climax.

This time, ten years later, after the quiet new year of 2000, I wonder if anyone will pay attention to the year 2010. To me, the progression of new decade, in a brand new millennium, is thrilling. But then, that is why I am a writer.