I took a look out of my living-room window for one minute. Well, it may have been 10 seconds more. The reason I took a moment longer was the thought of all the interesting things you can see in a 60-70 seconds. It surprised me.
I do not make the habit of looking out my window at 9:30 at night. For one, my neighbors would think it creepy to see someone staring that direction after dark. But, the reason I looked in that direction is the fact that they are the ones who are usually staring at my house for long periods of time. Not to mention the man of the house fancies his self a cat-snatcher.
The only reason I would even let my cat out is due to it spraying the whole house with a foul odor the first time I tried to keep it locked in all night. Of course there is no sight of the adamant wanderer. But the lights are on next door making me make sure no animal is getting trapped in a weird, makeshift-animal cage lined with smells to attract cats. Of course I only know this by legally ‘snooping’.
The opposite direction are locked-up houses with porch-lights on. In a small town like this people are all in bed early and awake even earlier. But, the skies show a reason to continue. Aircraft fill the airspace.
At any given time there is the area’s medical evacuation chopper, police-helicopters hovering oddly close to the jail, but not tonight. I am almost certain I am in the Fort Hood flight path after witnessing many camouflaged helicopters flying that direction. One day, what I figure to be a Chinook flew right over my house at an estimated 450 feet above-ground-level. When you grow up seeing a disaster like 9-11, this might get one’s attention. It doesn’t help the nerves when the news is covered with stories of amateur pilots crashing once a week in a 4 county are. Many survive.
The fact that I live near a jail doesn’t bother me so I don’t spend much time looking that way. By the way, there was lights in the sky in towards that vicinity.
Just like a small town, many of the inmates are incarcerated for crimes like D.U.I. and domestic-disturbance. If any ‘Most-Wanted’ criminal slips out, not to bring up gun control, there is a 7 mile build-up of houses owned by stubborn, bored, Texas-raised gun-owners. With the jail and a major Interstate highway being the other direction, I wonder why I didn’t look to checkout the traffic?
To add to the boredom, there is a bird-bath in the front yard. It is tipping over, not for the recent windstorm, but of me not doing yard work since everything is in winter-dormancy.
You might ask why I am looking out the window this close to bedtime? I asked myself and came up with this answer: Good-Night, Vegas is on!
Copyright © Dustin Poteet