Just woke up from a pe-cul-i-ar dream...
Seems I'd done a Rip van Winkle, or a Philip J. Fry, or maybe just spent many years Elsewhere and out of touch before returning little aged since Now.
In any event, I'd returned to the Bay Area, sort of discreetly, and was trying to get oriented and link up with some familiar people, to which end I took a seat at the back of a classroom, which was supposed to be an intermediate step toward meeting up with my actual contacts.
Shortly the Sheriff came in - not the current Sheriff hereabouts, but a sixtyish specimen from Central Casting - and started grabbing people who'd been at someplace I'd never heard of. A recent company, perhaps? My cluelessness got me skipped over, for the moment. He ended up leaving with nearly half the class, at which point most of the remainder self-organized and departed as a group.
Seems (1) the place he'd been asking about was the site of a famous recent battle, (2) the Boer War was on again, (3) the Sheriff was grabbing recruits for the Boer side, and (4) the other group was off to fight against the Boers.
There was also something about clandestine, subterranean, hydroponic coffee farms in the Santa Cruz Mountains (which is how I know all this was set in the Bay Area).
If any of this makes sense to you, please contact the Bureau of Mental Hygeine immediately.
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