You can’t make this stuff up.

Yesterday, I dropped by J’s office to have lunch with him between his classes. We were sitting there, eating our hummus sandwiches and potato salad, when all of a sudden, something strange happened.

“A helicopter just landed outside your window!” I exclaimed.

It is not every day that one gets to make such a declaration.

“You know,” J said, “I thought I heard something that sounded like a helicopter.”

He’s a calm one, if you hadn’t noticed.

We watched it for a little while, trying to determine if it was a news helicopter or military or what, and I made some conjectures about a surprise Presidential visit (riiiiiight), and then it happened again.

Another helicopter.

Except this one was one of those really big military helicopters. And by “really big” I mean really big. That’s as technical as I can get. We’re talking within 50 yards of the building.

At this point, J announced that he was going down to check it out. So we did. We gathered with the growing crowd of folks holding up their smart phones and taking pictures of the mysterious arrival of two military helicopters in the middle of our little college campus. A dozen or so men and women in military garb, complete with guns strapped to their thighs, exited the choppers, were greeted by some local police and the chief of campus security, who presumably had expected their arrival, and then headed into the caf.

Yes, the caf.

We found out later that they were on the hunt for marijuana-growing operations, which can be seen best from the air, and they were just stopping over for lunch.

At the caf. Our caf.

In case you’re wondering how this connects to a blog on community, well, it doesn’t. Let’s not pretend.

Sometimes, though, as a result of blogging about community, I feel like I find myself in the middle of the strangest of situations. You know, gas stations near prisons. Pick-up trucks on fire. Zombies dancing in the street. Helicopters landing on intramural fields.

But I think my life is pretty normal otherwise.

Don’t you?

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4 comments on “You can’t make this stuff up.

  1. stephen says:

    It absolutely has to do with community… Your community obviously has some sort of connection or at least openness to those on the helicopters to be willing to support and host them for lunch. I know it’s a stretch but I am trying.

    Anyway. Super cool.

    Here in the pacific northwest, the huge logging industry with their tree farms, they search for marijuana growing operations by air as well. Apparently pot is a different color green than trees and “normal” plants so it’s easy to spot from the air. I am guessing that they are flying over the corn field in your neck of the woods looking for the crop. They are often hidden in corn fields once the corn is tall enough to hide them.

    • elizabeth says:

      Nice try. 🙂 I actually meant to call you and tell you about it yesterday but forgot. I knew you’d want to know about the helicopters.

      Thanks for the info about marijuana. I must say that this is something I never expected to know very much about! I debated whether it was appropriate even to blog about it, but I figured anyone who might be forewarned about a pot smackdown from the air is probably not reading my blog.

      • Elaine says:

        We actually had a pot field hidden in one of our corn fields here. We noticed tramped down corn and reported it and they flew over hoping to find someone caring for it but never did so they just cut it down.

  2. elizabeth says:

    Elaine, thanks for chipping in–I can’t believe I hadn’t heard this story before. The “tramped down corn” makes me think of those mysterious crop circles… perhaps we have a new explanation! hehe.

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