I got a call from my friend John last night just before bed. He called to ask me if I knew anything about a large amount of desert camouflage military vehicles entering Main Street in Windsor.
“How much have you had to drink John?”
“No I am serious, there is something strange going on”
John is a bit paranoid, but incredibly intelligent and loyal friend. I trust his eyes, even when looking through beer.
“I have no idea what is going on, but I will let you know if I hear anything.”
This morning my wife calls me. Apparently John wasn’t drinking.
She took this photo with her phone on the way to work.
This is the Windsor High School parking lot.
We kind of moved to a small town to get away from the unusual and fast passed city life. Well, It worked. The odd events simply happen at a slower pace around here. I lived for years on military bases and know how convoys work, so I am not alarmed by the sight of an armored column rolling through town. How others will react should be entertaining.