Charlotte J. Glaze


On Saturdays, most people enjoy sleeping in. Usually that means past 8 a.m. This morning, at around 8, helicopter propellers began to pound so loudly above my roof that my bed was vibrating. At first I dismissed it as a passing police or news helicopter. I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. The chopper faded away, only to come back overhead a few minutes later, repeatedly, until I gave in and got up out of bed to see what all the fuss was.

Pulling open my window shades, I see this:

Apparently it was time to move in some very large crates, whether they are air-conditioners or safes, into the new casino that is behind where I live. The question is, why did they do it at 8 a.m. on a Saturday?

Yes, it gathered a lot of attention. I saw a lot of people standing outside, even on the side of the road pulled off and watching this process. The funny thing is, the loyal customers of this casino who were gambling and drinking at it last night might be the ones who would be the most excited about the new casino building coming together, but they might not impressed when their Saturday morning hang-over was worsened by thundering chopper blades.

Even with the inconvenient timing, it was exciting to see a Chinook in town. Usually we only see police or news choppers, and this past year one of the news choppers crashed, so we don’t see as many of them either. I believe there is only one news helicopter in the city right now, and only a couple police helicopters.

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