defense team in the bastion ‘kill-zone’ between the doors). “Good Morning!” I say with a smile. “What brings you to my neighborhood?”
❦ Apparently — this was not what they were expecting to happen … or hear… because they simply stare at me for a minute or two. After that brief pause, a woman walks towards me. “These are your trucks?” Starts the lieutenant (Lt. Cressman) that is apparently in command of the current team. “Not mine per-se, but yes, I do know who they belong to.” “Why are you here?” “We are camping. You know, a lot of campgrounds are closed due to Covid, so we decided to camp a bit closer than usual. Kind of like a ‘staycation’” “You are ‘camping’. With more than a dozen containers?” “OK… more like ‘glamping’: it is pretty luxurious in there. The golf course is a bit too easy though.” “Do you have a permit to ‘glamp’ in this parking lot?” “Possibly… that is above my pay grade.” “I suspect you _do not_ have a permit. The workers from Kohl and Sports Basement think you shouldn’t be here” “I often think that myself… but yet… here I am. The universe is a strange and beautiful thing” - 75 -
