I doubt that there’s anything written down about this, but the unspoken tradition in these parts is that ships in the anchorage and occupied boats in the basins SOUND OFF at midnight as the year flips over.
So, what the hell didn’t happen last night?
It’s not like there weren’t any ships in the anchorage:
I snapped this on my iPhone at the turn of the hour, expecting the typical echoes and moans of foghorns up and down the river. And I heard nothing. Too cold for crickets… just nothing.
I thought that perhaps I was the only one missing the serenade, and so I enjoyed the star-show above (not a cloud to be seen) before retreating from the cold.
This morning, however, it was made clear that the midnight silence was noted by a LOT of people. I had to go to Safeway to pick up a few things, and the snoozing of the horn section was definitely a hot topic in every checkout lane.
“We muted the TV and opened the windows and … nothing!”
“It was the first time in all the years I’ve lived here…”
“Did they get some sort of notice that they couldn’t?”
“I’ve NEVER not heard the foghorns!”
So, what the hell went on here? An anchorage full of ships, and all with the MUTE button on at midnight as the year rolls over. It was a beautiful night with huge potential, and even the Fir was in port (slightly to the right of the edge of this frame) and nobody made a peep.
What, kids? Cat got your tongue? That really sucked!