It was all over in 25 minutes.
The machines pulled up across the street from where I live at 7 am. My first clue was the sound of an idling truck engine. I had no clue they were coming.
As best I can recall -- this was morning in America, remember -- they were lined up across the street like this: a truck or two, a very long flatbed trailer, a huge digger with a crane the likes of which I had never seen before in a residential neighborhood, and of all things a water truck. Soon their lineup was joined by a car.
The digger was on treads like a tank. It ambled off down my street, leaving tracks, and turned down the next street. The truck or trucks followed it. The water truck and the car moved up to my neighbor's lawn across the street and parked on it. They were soon joined by a second car.
All this took 25 minutes. It left a taste, but so far only a taste, of an invasion. Thank God this was not an invasion, not even close, as people have experienced in other countries.
Also, the tracks from the digger machine treads are gone with the morning dew.
This is what I think they call American exceptionalism. As I write these words, it is still morning and I suspect there is much more to come even though I have not been told about it by my government or anyone else. I checked the local homeowner's association newsletter and other ways that my government might try to give me notice, but nothing's there.
The reality of morning in America in 2024 is that it's not over.
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