December 31, 1999, the Millenium. I decided to ring it in with a streak. At the stroke of midnight, out the door I went. I was carrying a sign that said "2000". I was wearing a pair of gym shoes and a scarf. I ran down the street and through the parking lot of a bar. My coward ex-wife wouldn't streak with me but was more than happy to follow and snap a few photos along the way. I made the return trip home safely, laughed and had a few more drinks. About four months later, I was talking to my neighbor and his wife. They told me, in a matter of fact way, that they saw me on New Year's Eve. I thought it was funny right away, as I don't have any hang ups about nudity. My neighbor said he wished I had told him about it, because he would have gone also! Anyhoo, no regrets and I'd do it again. I can't think of a better way to ring in a once in a lifetime milestone like that.