Today's Randonautica adventure was a hit.
Another hit, I should say.
So far, I've been very successful, as you can see from my previously posted adventures.
This time, though, it was quite creepy.
Here's the story.
I picked up my daughter's boyfriend, Rodney - my fellow Randonaut - at about 2 pm.
He wanted me to give him some driving lessons before heading out for our Randonautica adventure.
Okay, fair enough. (Let me just say here for the record that, after blowing through two stop signs, I eventually took over.)
Before leaving for our journey - him in the driver's seat, me in the passenger's, parked beside the curb - we set our intention, and got our
coordinates.
Our intention was to find 'Skull & Bones'.
Our Randonautica destination - which we were going to check out after driving lessons - turned out to be in one of the roughest neighbourhoods in
town, across the street from a biker's club, and next to a rather seedy bar/hotel.
The pin dropped onto the property of an old abandoned brewery founded in 1907 and defunct in 2006.
Lovely - glad it was during daylight hours.
For now, we set that aside to concentrate on Rodney's driving lesson.
As I said, I needed to test his driving skills before setting off.
So, I suddenly got this bright idea: Since Rodney lives beside a graveyard, I thought I would test his driving skills there, in the graveyard, by
driving around in it.
Mmhm. Stupid. That makes two of us, haha.
Keep in mind, we had already set our Randonautica intention before setting out into the graveyard; our intention was to find, 'Skull & Bones'.
He hasn't got much driving experience so, taking him through the graveyard/maze of driveable, one-car pathways made sense to me - at the time.
My thinking was, it would be impossible for him to kill anyone.
After some time driving around in the graveyard, not really thinking about our Randonautica intention (Skull & Bones), we happened upon this:
As some of you may know, I'm a Freemason. I told Rodney that I happen to know the Fleming family quite well. They are a 5th generation Masonic family
here where I live. In fact, to Rodney's dismay, his girlfriend - my daughter - somewhat dated one of them, and he knew that. I don't think it sat
well with him, lol!
Anyways, that's weird, right? Haha!
Some people inaccurately associate Freemasonry with Yale's secret society, known as 'Skull & Bones'. That's why I took that picture.
Now, don't get me wrong. It freaked me out, too, especially since we hadn't yet officially started our Randonautica adventure to the old abandoned
brewery.
After Rodney blew through two stop signs, I took over the driving, and we set out toward the old brewery to look for 'Skull & Bones'.
We arrived at our destination, I parked the car, and we decided to walk around the very large old abandoned structure.
We headed toward where the pin dropped on the other side of the building, in the blocked-off parking lot.
On our way, walking slowing along the sidewalk, looking for something related to skulls or bones, we found this:
I know. Gross. It's a dead, decomposing pigeon - slowly turning into...a mere skull & bones.
We thought that was pretty neat but, not quite a hit. We hadn't yet arrived at where our pin was located, which was on the far side of the building.
The dead pigeon was along the way.
So, about 30 steps later along the side of the brewery, we stopped again when we found this:
It was a wing from a completely different pigeon.
Not quite a hit either but, strange, right?
Well, 30 steps later, we find the matching wing:
Now we're getting creeped out.
Skull & Bones seems to be the theme in some way, so far.
We still hadn't reached our destination yet, so we continued walking.
Finally, we get to the pin, across from the biker's club. There were a few bikers standing outside beside their motorcycles, and we felt a bit...I
don't know...out of place? Sitting ducks?
Anyway, we carried on as normal as possible, searching for skull & bones.
We had reached an alleyway, overgrown with weeds. Rodney is nervously yapping away while my eyes were sweeping the area for skull & bones, or
something related.
I suddenly spotted something sticking out of a weed patch on the pavement.
I walked over to it and, to my utter amazement, I had found a 10 dollar bill!
I picked it up while Rodney was still yapping, and showed it to him.
His jaw dropped in silence.
Then, me grinning, he loudly says,
"Holy crap, 10 bones, dude! You just found 10 bones!"
I dropped him back off at home, then headed to my house.
I texted him later to say I got 5 bones for him.