Turbulent Tuesday

This morning I glanced out my kitchen window to see several employees leaving the bank via the side door. I assumed they were going to a meeting at another bank until I realized that all the employees were exiting the building! Not, not I say, a good sign. In my heart of hearts I was hoping they were doing a drill. As they gathered in the parking lot next to my house I wandered outside and asked timidly:
"Are you doing a drill?" No, was the reply.
"Were you robbed?" No, was the reply.
"Is there a bomb?" There is a suspicious package similiar to the one they found at the Mardela post office, was the reply.

Not good. Not good, I tell ya.

I "borrowed" some photos from the news clips to share what I did see out my window, and what I didn't see - probably for the best, I think.


This was the first thing, after the employees were outside. . . . .

and this . . . . .

This did not make me feel good at all - nope. . . . . . .

nor this . . . . .

This is what I couldn't see. . . . . .

Then this . . . . . . . .

There aren't many words to describe how it makes you feel to know your town has been shut down by one lone man on a mission. Not only was the bank evacuated, but the post office across the street and the Food Right on the other side of the bank. Main street was "closed". Period.

In addition both our schools were under code orange.

By noon all was clear, but not forgotten.

As it turned out, there was only literature in the "suspicious package". It could have been worse, a whole lot worse.

You have to admire and respect those men and women who lay their lives on the line on our behalf.

Praises to each and every one.