Oakridge’s mystery VIP
Today while walking through Oakridge on my way to work I was ushered aside by a large man in a trench coat and a blonde woman walked by flanked by three other men in trench coats with the clear plastic earpieces on showing that they were the woman’s security detail.
Who was the woman? I don’t know. She was blonde and probably in her early fifties or late forties. She wasn’t attractive enough to be famous, nor was she dressed well enough to be a member of the British Royal Family. So who was she and why did she need four security guards to man handle the old people in Oakridge while she strolled around.
Our friend Google provides no answers. Can you?


Quit blogging about your mom.
Ha ha ha.
Okay, I’ll blog about yours.