Janus, the two-headed Roman god, must have been looking too far down the road when he made his predictions this year because he missed the snowstorm that put all our plans on ice last week.
Thankfully, the weatherman saw it in time to warn everyone to stock up on milk and bread and stay at home. Most listened, except for the foolhardy and those whose jobs require them to be out, such as deputies, firefighters, roads and bridges crews, ambulance drivers and emergency room doctors.
And by all accounts, they all should be commended for their long hours and extra effort. So should Commissioner Joe Jackson who stepped in to help.
Jackson volunteered to help out and joined deputy administrators Robert Leverette and Tameka Allen at the 911 emergency center that Sunday night and Monday morning where they monitored the situation and stayed in contact with City Administrator Fred Russell , who was at home with the flu.
Jackson, the chairman of the commission's public safety committee and the only commissioner to call in and volunteer during the emergency, was on the streets all day Monday reporting icy spots to roads and bridges crews, which made it possible for deputies to respond to all the wrecks.
"I got home at 5:30 Monday morning and took my wife to work," he said.
"Then I was out on the road calling in icy areas for roads and bridges crews to work on. I was back down at 911 at 3:30 Monday afternoon and stayed there until about 5:30, and I was back out in the streets. Tuesday, I stayed in contact."
BON VOYAGE, Y'ALL: In contrast, Commissioner Joe Bowles and his wife, Sandy , were on a four-day cruise to Mexico aboard "The Rock Boat." It was an early celebration of their 13th wedding anniversary. He said they had a rollicking good time and "put Augusta in a good light."
He said one man said, "You Southerners are the friendliest people I've ever met.'
CUTTING OFF YOUR OWN WATER: You might think business would be booming at Commissioner Grady Smith's heating and air conditioning company during snow and ice storms, but the rush doesn't usually start until folks' pipes start thawing out.
"They don't know they're busted until then," he said. "And a lot of people don't know how or where to turn the water off. It's my job to go around and turn the water off while the men repair the pipes."
Everybody should have a "key" to turn the water off at the meter, he said.
"You can buy them at any hardware store," he said. "That's the Tip of the Day from your PhD. That's plumbing, heating and drainage."
THE MEANING OF "CO-SIGN": Smith said his daddy, known as Big Grady, was good friends with Bill Kuhlke's daddy, known as Monk. One day Monk told Big Grady about the Georgia Higher Education Assistance Program.
"My daddy, being thrifty thought it would be great for me to go to college and pay for it," Smith said. "So I was supposed to meet him at C&S bank on the corner of Broad and Seventh Street. Mr. Tom Goodwine was there when I got there. He was a nice young man. He had horn-rimmed glasses and wore a three-piece suit.
"Daddy was late, so I go ahead and sign. When he finally got there, I could see he was dressed to play golf. He said 'I see you've already signed.' Then he signed and said he had to leave because he had a very important appointment. Then he said, 'Do you know what co-sign means?' "
"I said, 'Yes, sir. It means if you sign and I miss a payment ..."
"No, no. Hold on!" he said. "Don't miss no damn payments."
"He was in the room a minute and a half. He shook hands with Mr. Goodwine and left. Mr. Goodwine looked up at me over those glasses and said, 'He ain't nobody to mess with, is he?' "
"I said, two to nothing so far. He knocked me down on the kitchen floor one time. That was back before child abuse laws."
WILL WE NEED A GENTLECALF'S AGREEMENT? Last week was about the worst time for someone to have two orphaned calves to bottle feed twice a day, but that was what our neighbor Sammy McCorkle has been doing, sloughing through the snow before daylight and after dark in the freezing cold.
In addition to the white calf whose mother died, a black calf was apparently rejected by her mother, possibly because she was a twin, which causes some cows to choose one to feed and let the other one fend for itself.
The black calf was nursing another cow until that cow's own calf came over, at which point mama cow kicked black calf good and hard.
It just so happened Sammy's son-in-law Josh Stephens saw it happen and brought her to the stable where the other calf is lodged.
Mrs. Sammy McCorkle, otherwise known as Gayle , named the first one "Florida Belle" and the black one "Patti Anne."
They're both so cute. When anybody goes into the stall, they run up and butt them like calves do their mamas when they want to nurse.
BOONE KNOX: When Epp Wilson , master of the Fox Hunt at Belle Meade stables in Thomson, learned of the death of Boone Knox last week, he e-mailed the foxhunting family a notice of the memorial service, along with the following remembrance:
"Mr. Boone was a wonderful friend to Belle Meade for his entire life. His father, Peter S. Knox, Jr., and Master James were the founding fathers and masters of Belle Meade.
Like his father, he was a businessman and philanthropist and dreamer of big dreams -- most of which he made into reality.
He faced his illness like he faced everything else in his life -- with courage and boldness and a positive attitude.
He was a good friend to my father and to me and to countless others. I often turned to him for advice in business and for the Hunt. He always listened carefully and always had good advice.
My first impression of Mr. Boone was when I was 8 years old. We were trail riding to the Boy Scout Cabin along with about 20 other people including Master Pete Knox and Master James. It was raining and cold -- October. The creek was swollen out of its banks at the Rock Dam. We swam the horses across. Mr. Boone's dog, Bo, nearly drowned as he tried to swim across. Completely exhausted, Bo was clinging for his life onto a pile of debris wrapped around a tree in the middle of the rushing water. He had that desperate look in his eyes like he knew it was all over. Mr. Boone quickly stripped down to his white boxer shorts and swam out there and rescued his dog. He quietly put his clothes back on and rode on with the rest of us to the Boy Scout Cabin.
There were many examples of his kindness to his human and canine friends. That one will always stand out in my mind. That day forged my impression of this fine man and good friend.
Mr. Boone was a no nonsense businessman. He was soft hearted when it came to his dogs. He loved Bo and Buck and many more almost as much as he loved his family.
Please join me in praying for his family."