Christmas is over, and here we are creeping up on the New Year. There’s going to be lots to look forward to this coming year. Along with a resolution or two this year, I’m going to whip out my Nostradamus hat and make a few predictions.First, I predict the Bass Pro Shops’ “coming soon” sign along I-20 will be replaced with a picture of a big mouth bass wearing a hard hat and hoisting a shovel. I believe they may actually move a little dirt at some point in the coming year. The crystal ball is unclear as to when, but it will happen “soon.”
I also predict people will quit talking and actually begin the much-needed renovation of the Ashville Courthouse. This vision came to me when I recently rode the elevator up to the second floor. It was promptly followed by an anxiety attack and a little hyperventilating.
I also predict Sheriff Surles will be able to shed the boot cast that seems to have attached itself to his foot. I feel for him. I really do.
I also see in the future a possible great happiness for area squirrels if Red Diamond decides to move its nut facility to Moody along with its tea. And I do mean nuts, as in almonds, and not the kind that attend my family gatherings. Even though they are a bit squirrelly.
Also in 2007, I see the influx of “outsiders” continuing as people decide not to partake in the Birmingham area’s shooting gallery and make the move to the quiet country-like atmosphere of St. Clair where they can plant a garden and grow monster squash. Their biggest worry will be gang-banger bunnies blinging and swinging through the carrot patch.
Personally, I like living in St. Clair and enjoy not having to worry about being a victim of a random shooting while on my way to work. But, hey, it’s the simple things in life.
I also predict that at some point in 2007 the boyfriend will actually bow up and drive my new Mustang. I love my ride, but it does get old driving everywhere. Thus far his excuses have had something to do with too many people and too much traffic.
I also see in the crystal ball the day my house is free of dog hair. I’ll probably burn up more than two vacuums trying to accomplish this, but I will not be deterred or defeated, I will have a dog hair free day. At least one, I hope. Please. I was hoping Santa Claus would bring one for me, but it was obviously too much for him to bear.
I also see the St. Clair Times getting bigger and better to continuing serving our readers across St. Clair and in Leeds and Trussville. Thanks for making 2006 such a memorable event, and we look forward to ushering in the New Year. It’s surely going to be a blast!
