I was in California, but it might have been anywhere else in the world. You just never know.
I was in a car, when I had the funny feeling of being followed, or watched. I wouldn’t make a federal case of it, but then some of us are a bit paranoid, you know?
This is a picture of an Intersection in Rancho Cordova, a suburb of Sacramento, California. Cars, Gas Stations, yellow lines. Arrows and ….
Wait a minute. What was that there?
Hmm. Vaguely familiar. Those Americans are a tricky lot, aren’t they?…………..