|A bunch of old people getting|
ready to get glowing
But the real mystery was about to happen. At precisely 8 p.m., with no audible or visible signal that I could perceive, everyone over the age of 65 got up, folded their chairs, packed up their coolers and got into their cars. What I want to know is if they (and by they, I mean of course the government) implant something into you when you turn 65 that functions like a timer. It buzzes you awake at 6 a.m., triggers hunger pangs at 4 p.m. and at 8 p.m, the timer shuts you down. Lights out by 9 p.m. or else.
Hmmmm.....maybe that's it. Lights out at 9 p.m. Maybe pensioners all start to glow with an inexplicable mist once the lights go out and "they" don't want others to know about it. Maybe that's what Spook Mountain is.... just a bunch of old people wandering around. I'll have to tell National Geographic.
PS....RRR appears to be immune to the Phosphorescent Old Dudes (POD) syndrome. I can't get her to go to bed until 1 a.m., on a good night. We've come close to seeing several sunrises since she got here (and not because we got up early!). I'm so tired that I'm almost looking forward to my POD implant.