I remember! That was great fun! For a couple of years leading up to it.

Just in case, from an hour or so before midnight on December 31, 1999 to an hour or so after midnight on January 1, 2000, I sat outdoors by a campfire, in buckskin clothes, with my black powder rifle at my side. No, I didn't think anything would happen, but that's how I wanted to begin the year 2000 anyway.

I still wish "civilization" had collapsed that night. That was about the time my life went down the poopchute, though.