So this afternoon we're westbound on Doe Run Road, heading home after the seventh and final errand of the day, and we spy two men hurrying out the front door of a house carrying a large rolled-up carpet. I stared in astonishment. Just two nights before I'd watched an eerily similar scene in the brilliant film version of Frederick Forsyth's "Day of the Jackal." Some French government henchmen whack an OAS bodyguard on the back of the head, bundle him into a carpet with the efficiency of a pit crew, throw him into the back of a work van and transport him to a waiting airplane so he can be "interviewed" about the plot to assassinate French president Charles de Gaulle.
I'm sure these good Unionville citizens were just getting rid of a worn-out old carpet, however.
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