Thursday was training camp day for many NFL Teams. I hadn’t a clue that any number of fans would show up to watch grown men sweat in the sun; boy, howdy, do they ever show up. Especially, it seems, for the Pats.
Or is it the crushers for Brady.
Thursday was a fine rainy day. Cool. I wanted to sleep it away, just trying to catch up on the hot nights losses.
There are several of the dopers that have a thing going. They’ve gone about at nights and placed alarm devises near their homes with triggering devises at various spots about the village.
As a consequence it is often noisy round about the primary dopers places.
The trick is that certain triggering devises only trigger certain alarm units. The dopers then climb onto motor bikes or into trucks and cruise around the triggering devises location.
That happened a number of times yesterday and last night when the bars closed one of the dopers drifted into one of the triggering devise areas and his mates went to find him. That was fun to listen to.
Around eleven thirty last night, after two motorcycles came in from the bars, the village siren went off.
After long enough to get more than a few folks up and too the windows (the citizens of the village are fairly well accustomed to raising and moving about inside their homes without lights on), a motorcycle was seen creeping slowly along the streets.
Slowly to keep the noise of the exhaust down.
When the motorcycle was lined out on the major East West road out of town it took off at full song.
About a minute later, perhaps two, a sheriff’s vehicle went by with light blazing, the siren was silenced, and about two minutes after that a second motorcycle went by. All at full song.
Exiting the village limits the sheriff’s vehicle sounded its siren intermittently, all three vehicles, two cycles and the sheriff’s truck, faded to the West.
Just as their noise was fading over near the highway, a mile and some, an Ambulance from the local village barn woke the village again with its siren fading to the West.
About an hour and a half later the ambulance and the sheriff’s vehicle return to GO, but the motorcycles haven’t as yet.
Somehow I believe these strange going on’s are related to the motorcycle and four wheeler that like to run about the village without lights. Those are about three of the dopers. They live, one near me and one up by the Nazarene Church.
Weird folks. Very Strange. They also keep strange hours.
From the reaches,