I do not know exactly what I saw, but I guarantee it was something not above board. Let me tell you about my drive from Madison to Milwaukee today on I-94 and you help me judge if it warrants more scrutiny. Somebody was tossing paper out of their car and the details might intrigue you. Step through the doodle portal and I will provide the ... rest of the story.
In the 2 O'Clock hour this afternoon I was driving from Madison WI to Milwaukee WI, using Mr. Eisenhower's wonderful interstate system. I-94 Eastbound to be precise. As I passed the rest stop at about mile marker 261 I happened to notice something fluttering in the air above the road, right in the middle of the traffic. It appeared like some rough approximation of a ticker tape parade, enough to notice and enough to track with my eyes as I passed through it. I have put many, many miles in on freeways around America and I know that quite often dump trucks or pickup trucks lose bits of their cargo if they haven't been covered properly. I didn't see any trucks so I just assumed there had been a little pile of debris that got kicked up.
About a minute later, I noticed something almost exactly the same fluttering above the road. It continued for the next 40 miles I drove through this faint blizzard of paper and watched it strike the ground. Wherever it was coming from was not very far in front of me. I was doing about 65, and navigating through relatively solid traffic, so I didn't do much more than idly speculate. (Side note: Go read the story about driving safely that is an annual tradition from the Bacuulum King and his proxies)
Along about Waukesha (foreshadowing!) I thought I saw a car ahead emit some of this paper. I sped up a bit and watched a small, boxy car do some slight swerving, as though the driver were trying to do something else. Then a hand appeared out of the window, cracked only a few inches (about 33 F outside), and more paper came out.
I noted the license number, I wish I had noted the make and model, and saw that it had a sticker applied on the post just to the rear of the left rear window. Some kind of an Army sticker, oval or round. The car was a darkish color. If I had to make a guess I would say Burgandy-ish and a Subaru or Volvo like body.
I was in full on curiosity/ suspicion mode and wondered what I should do. I decided to pretend I was calling the police. I put my phone up to my ear and pulled up alongside, looking the driver square in the face. The woman looked positively guilty. She was fifty-ish, very white skin, light colored hair cut short - I seem to have a vague impression it was maybe short enough t be called a buzz cut. Kind of pear shaped, heavier around the middle, not so much through the shoulders.
She slowed WAY down, to about 40. I let her drop back and continued on my way. For the next 10 minutes I pondered this chain of events. My first thought, perhaps triggered by the Army sticker, was espionage. Then embezzlement, blackmail, personal heartbreak, revenge and other assorted scenarios gleaned from a lifetime reading mystery stories and watching TV.
I decided I should report this, if nothing else that license plate would be entered as suspicious and perhaps my data point would come into play sometime down the road. When I got to my destination I called the WI State Patrol. The gentleman was nice enough and seemed mildly curious. I laid out my story, essentially what I have related here but without the conclusions. I did say it struck me as extremely unusual to see someone methodically littering a little bit at a time for at least 40 miles. He thanked me and hung up. Content I had contributed to civilization today, I went about my business.
About 15 minutes later I had another errand to run and started down Wisconsin Street. As many of you know, Scott Walker lives between Wisconsin and Blue Mound on about 60th Street. As I passed that intersection I noticed a brand new sign on a lawn. About 10 feet wide it said RECALL WALKER - not unusual - but it also said SIGN A PETITION. And I thought
DAMN
Was that paper a stack of recall petitions?
I may be paranoid, I may have an active imagination. But I think Scott Walker's minions are truly evil and capable of anything. If I had to guess, I would not be surprised if it was one of Mark Belling's drones. (Hi, Mark! I know you troll this site because I listen to you every day. You make some good points and have some remarkable skills as a comunicator. Too bad you have chosen to use them for evil and selfish reasons, kind of like another favorite of mine - Paul Harvey. But I digress.)
This may be a real longshot, but if anyone plans to drive from Madison to Milwaukee in the ext day or so, wold you mind stopping along that stretch and taking 5 minutes to look in the roadside vegetation? It would be paper ripped roughly to the size of a quarter. I have spent enough time standing on the side of a freeway to know that trash can linger for a very long time. Stuck in weeds, trapped in a crack, sogged down in a puddle. I am quite certain that some of them are still recoverable, but I don't know how easy it would be or if it worth the effort.
I feel better just for having told my story, feel free to ignore me, laugh at me during your feast tomorrow, go on a scavenger hunt on the freeway, search your pictures of recall events for a small car with an army sticker on the back left and license plate "309 SCN" (WI), or post photos of crowds in this diary so I can look for my mystery woman.
Thank you for your time.