Monday October 8 - The real adventures of Bonnie and Clyde

Monday October 8 - The real adventures of Bonnie and Clyde


This will probably be covered in at least 2 or possibly 3 posts .. It was an eventful weekend.

Friday Oct. 5

So me and this " certain blonde woman" from Indiana are sleeping, well out of view, behind some small trees and large bushes. She wakes up and wakes me and says, "It's 9:30, we better move."

"Why now", I ask.

"Before the sprinkler comes on."

"OK, but that's not for another hour."

"Well, I'm not getting soaked." And we move over to our alternative behind the wall in the shadow and retire for the better part of the night.

Later that night, early morning around 4 A.M. we wake and talk and engage in a little horse play.

"Shhhh!!! I hear something, be quiet." We both freeze and lay low to the ground. I slowly rise and peek over the wall. "There are two men," I whisper and duck down. We compose ourselves and continue to listen to the sounds of vehicle doors and tailgates opening and closing, equipment being thrown on the ground. Lying closer to the wall, the sounds of something being erected keep us cowering in place, out of sight and undetected.

Trying to remain as much in the shadows as possible I crawl behind some bushes growing on our side of the wall at the top of the steps and peer through the branches extending above the wall, I look for a moment and crawl back, "It looks like they are setting up some Porta-potties". We stay calm and quiet and put, not daring to risk exposure.

I crawl back to look through the bushes again. A large, circus type canopy has been erected in the middle of some bushes circling a part of the walkway. We continue to lay low. The workers are getting closer with whatever they have to do. The sound of equipment being dropped on the walk just on the other side of the wall has us has us alert and ready to bolt, but we remain still, clinging to the corner where the wall meets the ground.

I return to peek over the wall through the bushes. Another canopy is being erected on the other side of the walk opposite the wall. I crawl back and signal my "CBW" to gather her things and crawl along the wall to an area above the bushes and in under them that will conceal her better. She does so and I cover her with my black leather jacket (her white winter coat shows up to well in the light). I push my way under the bushes and lay my head on her side. And we wait, listening to the sounds of workers doing "whatever" but no one has an interest to look over the wall. My alarm on my cell phone goes off as I am attempting to remove the battery. I stuff it under some clothes and attempt to smother the sound as it progressively gets louder. For some strange reason or the grace of God, we are not detected.

It is getting later than I fell comfortable hanging around. I peek through the bushes at the second canopy. It is covering a significant amount of electronic equipment, either PA amp and mixers or broadcasting gear. It is obvious they are not going to leave this kind of stuff unattended. We have got to get out of here.

We crawl along the bushes back away from the wall. It is in the light but we don't have any choice, it's the only way out of here that does not completely expose us.

Now on the back of the trees and bushes that we originally came to in the early evening, we are relatively secure, but still need to exit the area. I walk around to a place (still hidden) to better observe what is going on. More workers are setting up ground markers for some kind of games that will occur later in the day. This is a long open area that we will need to cross and exit on the other side and down the hill, over a wooden bridge and out of here.

A worker becomes curious what is on the other side of these bushes. He walks around in front of me. He sees me and freezes. I think he is as much in shock as I am. He walks away. I walk around and get my "CBW" and tell her "He's seen me, we've got to go."

We both return to my observation post and the worker comes around again, sees us both and walks back up the hill. I tell my "CBW" " Put this over you", signifying my black leather, "It's harder to be seen. We walk straight across the field close to the edge of the woods, and down the hill and across the bridge." … She looks at me and says "I don't want anymore of the Bonnie and Clyde shit." … I forgot to tell her if anyone says anything, "Keep going" … We walk across the field and no one says anything, down the hill and across the bridge. We are in the clear, I begin to breath again … She has a cigarette.

That was Friday night/Saturday morning …

more to come ...