Posted on 09/30/2025 9:20:24 AM PDT by johnnygeneric
It was midnight.
I think it was in June - perhaps July - maybe August- perhaps later. I'm not really sure since it was maybe almost 10 years ago. I was sitting outside on the fenced-in porch of our apartment in Meridian, MS. We were lucky that our apartment faced a woodsy area, so I had an ample amount of privacy as I sat. The temperatures were very nice and comfortable - perhaps a little warmer than it would normally be. I wasn't from around there so I didn't know what was normal and what was not. I was here in Mississippi on perhaps my 90th project, this time in a new gasification plant, assisting the plant personnel operating it.
It was about midnight. I was relaxing there, sipping a nice gin and tonic, when some people, very quietly (it was very late, you know) moved into the empty apartment across from us in the same building.
And that was when the weird stuff started to happen.
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Interesting. Had to be very early on in the first Trump administration. The author says almost 10 years ago, and it was Mike Pence as VP.
Yup. He was the VP-elect. I think the apartment across from us was picked WAY before the election even started just incase Trump won. Near the end, I talk about the apartment being occupied by Homeland Security agents.
Yup. He was the VP-elect. I think the apartment across from us was picked WAY before the election even started just incase Trump won. Near the end, I talk about the apartment being occupied by Homeland Security agents.
Cool story, thank you! I have been fortunate to meet high profile people like this before. Ran a road service repair for almost 50 years and have met a bunch. Once did a spare change for Bob McNamara and his wife on their way to Palm Springs.
Oh man! That’s crazy!!
‘I left it as just a “hi”,’
That was smart. You don’t want to get too chummy with the guy. He’s known for shooting friends in the face.
Well, in his defense, his friend was a lawyer. So there’s that.
This story needs either a barf alert or a Pence alert.
Barf alert....yeah. I thought about that. But decided against it. I didn’t really want to take away from the story.
My brush with fame was Gary Coleman in a model railroad shop, Culver City, CA. I was shocked speechless, totally short of words.
He was checking out wine magazines at the time. One of my friends wondered if he was perusing the gun mags. Not this time 😊
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