For years, I’ve been the butt of jokes because of my politics writings, along the lines of, “You gonna get droned one of these days.”
Well, I finally got ‘droned’, but it wasn’t the federal government who did the deed.
At least, I don’t think it was the government because the drone was really small and whoever was flying it was interested in residences along our street and across the street.
I was sitting on the deck, a copy of the bestselling political soap opera Shattered in hand. I had a cup of coffee handy because if you’ve tried to read that ‘autopsy’ of Hillary Clinton’s campaign, it is not exactly a page turner. I felt duty bound to read it because of what I do.
Other than occasional whiffs of smoke from all the woodland fires around us, Sunday was a gorgeous day. As I waded into gossipy tales of political egos and divas, I heard a loud humming. I stood to see what it was because it sounded like a swarm of wasps headed my way.
Imagine my surprise when a small drone buzzed right across the length of my pool, continuing on to the next neighborhood. For about 30-40 minutes, the drone swept our back yard, the street behind us, the neighborhood behind the condos across from us, and the neighborhood down the street. Continue reading