On the way to Scribner, Nebraska (pop. 857) there is a sign near a gravel road that winds south up into the bluffs. The sign reads, “Scribner Air Base”. Over the last fifty years, on my way to Niobrara, Nebraska, I’ve driven past that sign but never thought much about it. Last week, with a little time on my hands, I decided to see if there was anything up there.
I found some long runways that still looked serviceable, what looked like a care taker’s house, and a few prefab buildings that appeared to be crop dusting operations. Near the road to the runways, I found the scene above … some sort of communications? I tried to imagine what they could be … which led to thoughts of high tech communication, which led to thoughts of something hidden in plain site, which led to thoughts of surveillance capabilities, which led to thoughts of being watched.
If you know what these ovals are, pleeease let me know. Was I in the Twilight Zone?
Thought for the Day: Imagination … its limits are only those of the mind itself. Rod Serling