It has become a standing joke in our house. Not a hilarious one, but guaranteed to bring smiles. It started back on our honeymoon trip, when we drove down to Sun City to see and hopefully buy a house I'd found online. Our plan was to become snowbirds if we found the right one at the right price, which of course happened.
On the trip, we were in Albuquerque for one night, and heading down the hill the next morning to pick up interstate 25 for a southern leg to a wildlife refuge, Bosque del Apache, before heading west again. I was busy noticing the bridge sides painted a lovely shade of turquoise while Steve was busy noticing what was traveling on the road we'd be going on: a caravan of identical black SUVs in close formation, 8 in all, lights flashing "clear the road!" as they sped south and quickly out of sight. They weren't marked police or highway patrol, so we identified them as FBI, and entertained ourselves briefly speculating what might be going on. Big drug bust? Another Ruby ridge? Illegal immigration problem? We never had a hint, never saw them again. Or at least could never tell if the ones we saw were the same or different. The plain solid black and close formation might as well be a uniform. It has never again been as many at one time, however.
However, now whether on the road or on the TV, whenever we see a parade of unmarked black SUVs, whether it's only three or some larger number, we both smile, look at each other, and crow "FBI!"And after congratulating ourselves on presumably identifying their origin we also smile at the memory of that moment in Albuquerque on our trip... as well as all the good memories we've collected since.
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