CONSPIRACY THEORY

I ran out immediately following the completion of the school day today for two reasons:

1. I haven't been feeling well, and I felt like I just needed to get home, drink something hot, and relax.
2. I had an alteration appointment that I knew I HAD to make.

For those two reasons, I actually got home at a decent hour. I was sitting in my living room, sipping s/f hot chocolate, and thoroughly enjoying myself, when I was startled out of my revery by a police siren going off RIGHT. IN. FRONT. of my kitchen window. This was somewhat odd because all that was out there was a small, Saturn station wagon, full of men. This fact alone got me off the sofa, and as I was trying to seem rather inconspicuous in front of my kitchen window, I witnessed two clean-cut men, pull my neighbor out of the front seat of the car. My neighbor, let's call him Brian, had a coat draped over his wrists, and his arms were held together in such a way, you could tell he was handcuffed!

Now, this fact was slightly startling, because a few months back, he asked if he could submit my name and number to a local law enforcement agency because he was applying for an officer's position.

A small part of me thought maybe this was all a joke ... a training exercise perhaps. That thought stayed with me until Brian was escorted out of his townhouse, this time, with his hands behind him and the handcuffs very clearly visible sans coat!

It has been said that I have what might be termed an over-active imagination. I consider it my writer's mind working through various plot lines. The sobering truth is that usually I'm not all that far from the reality of situation.

Take, for instance, the time I announced to my family that the man I was living next to, back in Michigan, was growing pot in his basement. I had nothing more to go on than a few suspicious visitors and some hunches. Almost two years later, it was discovered that he was, in fact, into drug-related stuff at that house. I KNEW IT!

So, the conspiracy theory? Well, this is what I'm thinking. The car had an OHIO license plate. The two men escorting my neighbor were plain-clothed police officers (packing heat because I saw the guns on the gun belts concealed under coats) that were clean cut and had air of "college" about them. Since most of the law enforcement agencies in this area here have paramilitary hair styles, I'm guessing these guys were feds, probably out of Cincinnati, and that my neighbor, Brian, was into some pretty funky stuff ...

Life in my world ...