Norma's Wanderings around a small section of Montana |
I walk every day. I've always walked, even as a child. It's just something I do. I seem to have a route I follow. One day I go down a certain street and then the next day another street. I usually walk about a mile or so every day right before lunch. So when you walk every day over the same route, you begin to notice the neighborhoods. You notice dogs, good and bad. You notice cars, which ones belong where. And if you walk long enough, four years now, you notice when houses go up for sale, then get sold, and then go up for sale again. A weird thing I noticed one day was a full sized airplane in a yard. Yep, an airplane. One day it wasn't there and the next day there it was. Now I live in a small town/city in rural Montana. The nearest airport is about three miles away. I thought to myself, I need a picture of this. Tomorrow, I will get a picture. And you know what is coming. The next day, the airplane is gone. Hmm..where was it before and where did it go? haven't seen it since. Weird. Then today there is this car, a silver SUV with tinted windows driving up and down the street. Back and forth. Enough times that you begin to notice. My friend got worried. Her husband stopped the car and confronted the driver. Ooops - don't worry mister, they say, showing him their badges, all is under control here. He was ready to beat up a U.S. Marshall. You just can't make up this stuff! I think one or both of these events may end up in stories some day. Oh - and you have to hear the one about the lady in the airport going down the escalator in a wheelchair with an attendant........ Norma Jean Trent writinginanrv@yahoo.com |