Photo by Jesse VivancoA stormy New Year’s Eve didn’t dampen the party at The Derby Bar & Grille. ■ By Rusty Strait / Senior Reporter December 31, 2016 started out like most of my New Year’s Eves. From 6 p. m. to 9 p.m. I watched Anderson Cooper and Cathy Griffin do their usual capers for the 10th year in a row. Then the ball fell and 2016 was gone. Just like that there was a brand new baby called 2017. In the past few years, I’d have a bottle or two of beer and by 10 or 11 p.m. be somewhere in dreamland. But not this year. The Chronicle thought
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