The week of Labor Day, there was an industrial ruckus in my neighborhood. It was loud in my “office,” it was even louder outside. I had no idea what they were doing, but it sounded something like a hole was being drilled to the center of the Earth.
It wasn’t until I came home from Virginia last Sunday that I was able to see what the ruckus had been all about.
Driving down Oak Road, there was a new metal tower next to the water tower behind my complex.
A few days later, the tower was topped by electronic equipment, and then I noticed there was not one tower but two.
The tower to the east is the larger and more substantial.
Obviously, it is Barad-dur.
To the east, Isengard.
Release the river!
Seriously, though, I’m reminded more of The War of the Worlds. With the water tower, it looks like a Martian war party, and I half expect the black smoke, the heat ray, and the red weed at any moment.
Ulla!