We wish for:
-Donald Trump to go the hell away before he ruins our country.
-an additional bridge between Northampton and Hadley. Coolidge just can’t take it anymore.
-a use for pennies. (New rule: if you can’t use it to pay a parking meter, get rid of it.)
-more parking meters like they have in Amherst. Use a card? Pay via phone? Yes, please.
-an end to daylight savings. Does it serve any purpose other than to disturb our cycles?
-Springfield mayor Domenic Sarno to officially wed MGM. Seal the deal, already.
-For all Freedom of Information Act and public records requests to be honored in a timely fashion.
-a cure for heroin addiction
-for all I-91 construction to magically complete overnight.
-Being able to say “Black lives matter” without it turning into a debate. The statement doesn’t require anything more than an affirmative head nod or the occasional, “damn straight.”
-for more food trucks. What’s not to love, really? Get with it, Northampton.
-more dancing! This is not an unrealistic wish. Please, venues, hear our prayer.
-for it to be safe and healthy to swim all stretches of the Connecticut River and combined sewer overflow to be a thing of the past.
-for marijuana to be legalized, already. All the other cool states are doing it.
-more music venues. So many great musicians, but not enough spaces!
-for commuter rails to arrive so we can ditch our cars and ride into the sunset.
∎ A unified theory of women’s pants sizes. And while we’re on the subject: women’s pants with useful pockets, hot shoes that don’t mangle feet and knees over time, death to pantyhose, standard cup sizes, underwear that lays flat, and fashion designers more interested in fitting clothes to women than insisting women fit the clothes.
