I don't talk about it with my friends, but I think it'll be the end of the world. A different kind of both angst and anticipation washed over Krista Mullet as she prepared for last night's party. For eight years, she has worried that the world will end at the stroke of midnight, an idea planted in her head by a boy at Sunday school when she was 11. By 12 o'clock, I plan to be at my house, hiding under my desk. In contrast, her colleague, Cora McFadyen, said that while the spectre of terrorism hung over some corners of the world last night, she wasn't worried about violence in Newfoundland.
People here are in an especially festive mood.
They know that something like that will never happen here. An indication of some uncertainty in the country about the consequences of the turnover from 1999 to 2000 is that the august Hotel Newfoundland carefully distributed small flashlights to guests in 220 rooms. It's obvious that this is Newfoundland's grandest party ever. Gary Reardon was among the Newfoundlanders swept up in the revelry and planning an elaborate bash at his home last night. I expect that when we look back 50 years from now, so much will have changed.