Here it is Friday August 13th, still three weeks until Labor Day weekend. This is the time each year when 'it' begins. In any other month, we have a peaceful little community. Every body knows everybody else in town (about 200 here). Like Mayberry, my doors are unlocked for the most part. The windows are down on my car. My young Grandkids are free to ride their bikes all over town alone. I know if they crash and scrape a knee, someone will call and tell me they've washed their wounds out. If they do something they know they are not suppose to do, I guarantee I will know about it before they can even get home! In an hour, we'll walk around the corner to the park, with chairs and blankets in tow. At dark, the plant projects a movie against the outside wall of the pool house. Adults and children come together and will share drinks, popcorn, and conversation for the next two hours.
But, life in our small town (as we know it) will now change for the next few weeks, because the invasion has begun. Yep! I live on the edge of The Black Rock Desert!
The Burner's are coming!!