…reading a suspense novel—The Night Before by Lisa Jackson—while enjoying a beautiful afternoon at Veteran’s Acres Park. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and the leaves were dancing lightly in the breeze.
You know how when you’re watching a movie and the music score changes to let you know that something scary is about to happen?
All of a sudden I hear a “whomp, whomp, whomp” noise and turn my head to look. Rising from the lush green tree line I see a helicopter. The “whomping” sound is the tell-tale noise of the helicopter’s rotary blades.
I turned to see if anyone else heard or saw the helicopter. The closest people—guys on the basketball court—are engrossed in their game, oblivious to everything else.
The helicopter hovered in that same position for several minutes. Through my zoom lens, I could see that it wasn’t “Life Flight,” the police, or a news helicopter. Then it took off—practically over my head.
The following day I checked the online edition of the Northwest Herald local newspaper to see if there was any mention of it—not a word.When was the last time you saw something out of the ordinary—in broad daylight—that nobody else seemed to notice or care about? Click To Tweet
When was the last time you saw something out of the ordinary—in broad daylight—that nobody else seemed to notice or care about?