Woody Cavenaugh

Fencing in Greensboro, victim of terrorism?

All I know is, I had a foil class at 7pm. I was meeting, for the first time, an Ashboro student who is using fencing as his senior project. The plan was to turn on Church street from Market street. We were twarted at church and Friendly by a full on road block, the other end of which was Summit avenue. Sara wheeled us over to the front of the Cultural arts center and I went on recon patrol to try to sneak behind enemy lines and take care of my fencers. I was nearly intercepted by Greensboro's finest, but was saved by my cell phone. It rang, I answered, and I could then pretend to not hear the officer yell at me as I slid into home plate, the locked door of the YWCA. It was the Doc. She was at the post office and had more information then I did. A "Strange abandoned package" perhaps. In hindsight perhaps I should not have been slinking through the shadows with my tablet strapped to my back and a grocery bag in my hand. Oh well, the officer guarding that side of the area apparently was worried about being called "offsides". I got in and out unmolested. Not even shot at.

I then had nothing left to do but tag along with Sara as she went to "ladies night" meeting Becky Quigley at Caraboo Coffee in friendly center. I had a wonderful evening drinking far too much caffine talking blogging, and other important stuff and wondering what was going on downtown. The night ended three hours later when the store closed, so I wrapped up the evening laying on the pavement changing Becky's tire.

A strange abandoned package (if that is what happened at all) makes since to me. I know for a fact that lots of students hang out at the downtown library, some of my fencers included. They all have backpacks. It would be easy for one of them to be mislayed and subsequently blown up in the name of national security. If it was a suspicious package at the library I am sure they detonated nothing more than dirty gym shorts, a peanut butter sandwhich, and a Government/Civics book. Ironic that.

This morning I turned the TV looking to find out what happened last night. Not a word, but I now know a half a dozen different ways to use peanuts in superbowl recipies. I know! The blogsphere ought to have something on the subject. I scanned my favorites, I checked out some of the local list, I turned on Awasu. Nothing.

I checked out the online version of the Greensboro News and Fishwrap. Nothing at all. Behind me on my bookshelf the propeller on my tin foil beenie started spinning all by itself. Perhaps closing down a street and evacuating the YWCA, the Cultural Arts Center, the Public Library, and the Childrens Musieum just isn't news...

If I learn something, I will update this post. If you know something I don't (about this), please leave a comment.

In other news a Ford F150 4X4 bottle jack will not be at all useful to change a tire on a Honda CRV. Apparently elephant and pig DNA really don't splice.... Fortunately after 45 minutes or so of trying to use the wrong jack unsuccessfully, the right jack was located, and minutes later Becky was on her way.