For many years it has been my pleasure to attend to the trees that I nurtured as seedlings and transplanted to our Court House. As I feed them in Feb., I have an opportunity to reflect on our surroundings, our ancestry and our future. It seems to have made a complete circle.
Early pictures show a boron landscape with trees or homes, businesses or industry. We are there today and we may be there for time to come
However, I have great hope for our community. Not just Bastrop, for Bastrop was always dependent upon the surrounding area, but for the South in general. Our climate, resources in labor, minerals, water and transportation will make this part of the world a greater place to live.
So, while forlornly look upon the last destruction of the paper mill that made this community such a great place, I am reminded of the words that "hope dies last." We do not need hope. We do not need a hand out or charity. We just need someone that will take what we have and put on the market.
We can live with the fact that people that want to be President now speak in Spanish. The world is changing around us, yet we are unable to change. We do not have a paper mill, but it was not because we did not have enough Spanish speaking people. Uncertainty is the only thing that we can depend upon to be an absolute. A bleak future, while better than non, is about all we can depend upon.
Yet, there is a chance that our natural resources, the one thing that has kept industry coming back to this area, may yet hold surprises. There may be a chance that we are sitting upon a huge amount of oil, deep and dark but there, and it is all about the money. We shall see and only time will tell.