Every year on December 31, I remember.

Back when I was a college student, I knew two students, Wayne and Annie. They were great friends, to the point where Annie had visited Wayne's home several times and knew his parents.

On New Year's Eve, Annie went to a party and got too drunk to drive, so she called Wayne's dad for a ride. Wayne's dad was killed in a collision as a drunk driver flew through a red light.

Seriously, folks. If you're going to drink, choose a designated driver who will forego intoxicants. If you're going to drive, you're the designee. Skip the booze and the drugs.