(This article was written prior to
Skylab's dramatic splash down. If per chance
I'm the "one" out of 650 million who gets hit,
you'll know better next time to pay closer
attention to my predictions.)
At the onset, I realized my first prediction
will upset thousands of my readers
(optimistic soul, aren't I) who take delight
in being superstitious. Because, flatly
predict Skylab will not fall on Friday the
13th, regardless whether there be a full moon
or not. A black cat may land on you roof,
but no Skylab.
Actually, and contrary to NASA's prediction
that Skylab will land in the Atlantic on July 11,
I believe that at least one piece of equipment will
hang in the atmosphere and wait until the evening
on July 14, which just happens to be Donna's and
my 13th wedding anniversery.
It will be on of those rare occasions in
which I have just finished treating my wife to
a delicious Eastern Shore seafood dinner.
The hit will occur about two minutes after
I've paid the bill. A policeman will rush up
to the scene and ask my wife the cause of my
My wife will reply, "I'm not sure, officer,
it was so sudden, like a bolt out of the blue!"