It was in 1989 while Benjamin and Trey were in Pagosa so I was home all by myself. When I arrived at work one morning, there was a big black Suburban in the parking lot. It had totally black windows and looked very creepy. When I looked in the windows all I could see where some vague black shapes. When I asked about it, no one seemed to have any idea who it belonged to. That seemed odd to me since it was so striking. I wondered about it all day.
When I left work, as I got in my car it pulled out so of course I followed it. I mean, who wouldn't??? It led me on a merry chase all right. We flew through Vernon then onto 387 and it kept picking up speed. We got to Electra and then I had to give up. I think by then we were going about 80 mph. I knew if I got stopped I would lose it and probably end up in jail. LOL. Crestfallen, I returned home with my curiosity unabated.
However, the next day, there it was again! This time Dr. Pete Jacoby (one of my bosses) was in his office so I went and asked him about it. He said "Well actually I'm glad you are asking. The feeling is mutual apparently". He told me to have a seat and then explained the story. The Suburban belonged to the DEA and they were parking it at A&M and using an A&M official vehicle (with Pete in it) to stake out the crop dusting landing strip next door. Apparently drug dealers were landing at some of the small airports at night to distribute their drugs. The day before they were headed to a small landing strip on the other side of Electra.
And yes, of course, they saw me following them. They were not happy because if I had been stopped it might have attracted attention. They asked Pete if he knew who it was and he said of course, and promised to tell me to back off. LOL. So I was warned not to bother the DEA. Usually, isn't the other way around?
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