Goodbye

The culmination of almost two years work occurred this past Wednesday. Rhonda and Larry pulled out of Rosemary Hall for the final time. P. T. Cruiser in the lead; jammed packed u-haul pulling up the rear. They were headed back to Virginia from whence they came. As of this writing they had no plans to speak of. I do know that they have finally found a house to move into as they sold all their property before making the trip South in 2006. I imagine they will be spending a lot of time getting the place move-in ready and I have no doubt Rhonda will be searching for a Doberman puppy once they are settled. During their brief stay in North Augusta she lost the three she came with and I dare say it was not easy leaving them buried here. As to the fate of the two beautiful houses they left behind; that is anyone’s guess at the moment.
The beautification project has moved to the intersection of West Avenue and Clifton Avenue. I remember years back, before I decided to move here, that every entrance into North Augusta was ugly. The only almost attractive entrance was from I-20. Now, no matter which entrance one chooses, it is beautiful and welcoming. I have no idea who comes up with the combinations of plants in the medians or on the sides of the roads, but whoever does it is a genius. The combination of colors, heights and textures is eye candy and never ceases to be pleasant to gaze upon. The landscapes are always lush and weed free and compared to the attempts of our neighbors across the river, well, there is no comparison. North Augusta is just beautiful.
Contrary to some beliefs I welcome any and all comments about my column whether they are negative or positive. At least then I know that other than the people who approach me with comments, someone else is reading it. I do weigh each comment, good or bad, and if people have suggestions I listen, however, the impact of a negative comment lessens greatly when the person writing it is afraid to sign their name.
This little story is too amusing not to share. In the mail there was a letter from the IRS informing me that I was getting a stimulus check; this was Monday. Wednesday I got another letter from IRS informing me I had miscalculated my taxes and owed a whole lot more than I sent in. I couldn’t help but laugh. I guess the stimulus check is to stimulated IRS coffers; if I even receive it. It is ironic that when one is down bad stuff happens don’t you think?