Walking the Dog in the Early German Morning
I was walking the dog this morning and like I often do I will take a picture of the dog, or the landscape, or something else that strikes me. I also look for a story. In this case the dog looking off into the distance leads to the tried and true, seen it a million times in the movies. “What do you see girl?” I know it’s tired and old, but Misty most definitely has a better sense of smell than I do. Her hearing is probably better than mine too. She doesn’t have the same ringing in her ears that I do from the high intensity noises of firing weapons, big weapons (106 recoiled rifle), or flying in military aircraft. Sure we had those little yellow foam ear plugs, but sometimes we didn’t. And, I’m old and she’s young so her eyesight is probably better than mine. So, she could detect something out in the distance that I might not see. What did she see?
Yesterday’s lunch we had hamburgers and fries at a little place in Weiden. For an up charge you can get your burger made from Scottish cows who graze in the highlands. Organic. It was good. I’m not sure I could tell the difference but, what the hey, it’s healthy, right?
What does one have to do with the other? I look for stories in things that don’t necessarily have a story. The burger meat came from Scotland. What if there’s another old guy walking his dog in Scotland and his dog sees something. Back to my burger what if everyone is getting sick from that beef. Back to the highlands. What if years ago prior to the Lockerbie crash somehow a item was ejected or in someway dropped from that plane over the highlands. It was relatively small, encased in metal, and sunk into the soft earth after a heavy rainfall.
The old man walks his dog tentatively forward no sure what she saw, but something is there. As they approach the dog becomes agitated barking and looking up at the man. She knows somethings wrong.
“Shush dog.” The old guy steps up to the narrow ravine and looks in. Hidden in the brush is a dead cow. Next to it is that little metal ball dented and mud covered but intact.
Yep. Cows. There’s a story here. Do you think? Is there something you can add to the story? What’s in that metal ball? Who put it on the plane? Who dropped it? Was the place crash related to that ball?
Maybe we’ll never know? Maybe we will?