I saw something weird, today.

[Baitball Blogger]

Not sure why they thought they had any kind of privacy by stepping out to a hammock of trees along the fairway, but a group of three boys were involved in a strange ritual. The oldest one was maybe seventeen, and the youngest maybe thirteen. I heard them before I saw them. The oldest one was yelling, "Where am I? Where am I?" Screaming it like a drill sergeant. When I finally spotted them, I saw that he was literally in the face of the youngest, who was standing at attention and taking it. I never heard his voice, not once.

I decided that he was voluntarily participating because, at one point, the three of them joined in a group huddle-hug. And the the oldest again drilled the young one, yelling, "You have a destiny!, you have a destiny."

Weird, huh?

[Beringia]

1. That is weird

[Kurt V.]

2. i would've asked them. the show On Being has really got me interested in this kind of stuff

[Baitball Blogger]

3. I wish a man was around to talk to them. Especially with Trump riling up his racist

base in Orlando, I didn't think it was safe to venture to ask.

[Kurt V.]

4. i see. wise choice.

[Baitball Blogger]

5. It just got creepier.

I was pruning the plants on the back end of the property when my neighbor slinked back in his SUV. I only noticed because his engine was running for quite a while, which was odd. Maybe he was in the middle of a phone call? Or maybe he was watching to see what my intentions were on the backline, which isn't an odd conclusion. I spent the better part of the last twenty four years struggling to maintain the last ten feet of my deeded property without worrying about heighten surveillance from good ole boy neighbors. It is particularly grating to me because many of them were actively taking over twenty to thirty feet of the golfcourse property behind their own homes. I guess it's like in Deadwood. It's not just that I don't have the same rights they do to take liberties with other people's property, but they want to make sure that I don't encroach on their good-buddy's golfcourse view, even though those neighbors have done a lot worse to me.

That's what I was thinking when I saw two young lads coming eastward on the golfpath behind our houses. Rare for this time of the day. They looked odd, goofy, lanky kids that were trying to look tough. If they were the two youngest members of the trio I saw yesterday, I raise the age of the youngest to fifteen or sixteen.

It's obvious they knew they didn't belong there because the golfcourse maintenance boss was driving westward on the golfpath. The two boys veered off the path and walked across the fairway before they converged.

Not sure if they were watchy-mons for my neighbor, or if it was an incredible coincidence of timing, but I'll keep monitoring the times they turn up.

One thing I absolutely hate is when my neighbors start pulling in support from the outside community because of their racist fears. Here's a hint for them: If you are making illegal decisions while serving on the board, the worst you're going to have to face is written exposure of your subculture, and a struggle with your own conscience!

[Kurt V.]

6. i'd let the maintenance boss know. he may have insight and is all over the golf course.

stay vigilant without being obvious.

[harumph]

7. This post raises unintelligibility to an art form.

Hats off to you!

[Baitball Blogger]

8. It wasn't easy. Actually, it really was.

No filters, no editing. They can't all be winners.

[malaise]

9. Good answer - LOL

[Baitball Blogger]

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