In a world where cheerleaders rock...

...the flatbed truck cometh.

Over this past week, a shiny silver-colored plastic bag sealed shut without any visible identification remained wedged beneath the metal railing on SE Ocean Boulevard at the northern boundary of Kingswood condo complex. Having grabbed and squeezed it a few evenings ago, it was determined to hold pieces of some kind of sponge -- harmless unless set afire. Having removed it last night from its apparent placement on the sidewalk beneath the lower bar of the railing, it was placed in the common garbage bin nearest its discovery zone, and was I was nearly flattened (again) by curious condo-dwellers emergent (similar to when I used a water-hose near bushes and grass when the regional water-use restrictions changed).

Apparently they all tossed and turned some more during the nighttime because the bag is opague and the contents cannot be seen. Since blogging about Chowchilla earlier, and following a series of e-mails and faxes sent throughout recent years to the Archaeological Institute of America describing how my Degolia (PA) site investigation check-point building designs were mentally seized (i.e. an occult acton) and set up elsewhere, this evening a large flat-bed truck has turned into Kingswood condos as if a preliminary survey was being conducted to carry the garbage bins away -- no wait, maybe one such small checkpoint building away (too), a checkpoint building far, far away from the limestone roadside-rest/monument oracle-bead site in the northwest PA mountains.

One of the other archaeological-checkpoint building designs was instead set up as a snack bar and equipment distribution point at Rushford Lake, NY, in the 1960s.