i was in a parking lot to one of the beaches along lake michigan; apparently looking for parking. for whatever reason, maybe it was a holiday or such, but the parking lot was packed to the brim and no where to park.
so i waited... i fumbled with the radio trying to find a good rock station to listen to. Ah... 101.1. radiohead kicks so much ass.
as idoteque was nearing its' conclusion, I hear a commotion in the parking lot and on the beach and look up from fiddling with the radio.
people are pointing up in the air, and then I hear panic.
oh, my god!!! what is that? what the fuck is that!!!
i look up and make out what appears to be some sort of military transport plane or something and it is dropping parachutists into the air all along the shore of.
hundreds, maybe almost a thousand jumpers.. the parachutes colored red with white crosses; and to the direct west, even more parachuter's; but these red white and blue..
wait a minute... that's the lumberjack symbol, isn't it?
holy jesus, what the frig is going on?, i recall thinking out loud.
i throw my pickup into drive and attempt to get out of the parking lot, but find myself trapped as the drivers in the vehicles ahead and behind me have gotten out of their vehicles gawking at the surreal spectacle occurring before our eyes.
stuck in my pickup and nowhere to go, I continue to stare into the clear and sunny sky trying to comprehend what I'm seeing.
after a few minutes a few of the parachuter's are close enough to see clearer.
and then on this calm and sunny day, the realm of believability takes an exit, paradigms shift; the world as Chicago once knew it changed forever when the first shot rang out.
shit!!! i jump out of my pickup and high-tail it for cover...
these aren't parachuter's. these are soldiers. an invasion army of paratroopers.
the brits and swiss are invading..
chicago? wtf?
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