It was a decent New Year’s, but it took a million officers to make it so.
Meaning of the quote
This quote suggests that even though the New Year's celebration was enjoyable, it required a large number of police officers to keep everything under control and make the event run smoothly. The author is implying that a lot of effort and resources were needed to ensure the celebration went well, even though the event itself was not particularly remarkable or special.
About Zane Grey
Zane Grey was an American author and dentist known for his popular Western adventure novels and stories. His best-selling book was “Riders of the Purple Sage,” and his works have been adapted for films and television, including 112 films, two TV episodes, and a TV series.
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