As I am winding down the conversation I hear a helicopter. Okay, this stuff is getting a real strange right about now. Given where I live I know that if I hear a helicopter it is a news helicopter, and in the years that I have lived here I know that means that someone has died. Yeah, it is a quaint little town and when there is an accident on the highway the TV station from the nearby big city sends over a chopper because if it bleeds it leads, right?
I check the news and it turns out that someone met their demise in the nearby woods. My concern is that it is someone I know or someone I have interacted with. We have some pretty interesting sojourners here and I give what I can, when I can, so I hope it isn't someone I know.
Maybe that will be reported, but probably not.
Here is the helicopter flying over my red mulberry tree.
Here is another picture of it - circling my back yard.
3 comments:
Gee, and I thought I was on the outs with Sixty for my "boring" comment. Thank God folks suffer fools like me.
Dude, you are an artist. I am humbled by your attention to my work. And for the record, I have been to both Boring Oregon and Boring Maryland. Those are my kind of towns.
ricpic, you definitely know how to put words together. Keep 'em coming.
SG: After Troop's post I thought I could put Vietnam behind me for awhile but your chopper put me right back into it. SOB, I need a drink!
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