The trucks began arriving in the early morning of a crisp and cold Saturday. They came from all over town and pulled into the Brookshires Grocery Store parking lot, stepping out into the cold and shaking hands while huddled around an open tailgate. To the casual passerby, this appeared to be a strange fraternity of pickup truck owners gathered for their monthly meeting. But this group was gathered with a specific mission in mind.
Soon a truck loaded with lumber and another truck loaded with tools pulled into the parking lot. Like a group of regimented cavalry troopers, the gatherers saddled up in their respective vehicles and the caravan pulled out onto Main Street and made their way out into the country. They drove through winding roads and wide pastures. Their only observers were cows lazily grazing in the morning chill. Soon they pulled into the drive of their prospective objective. It was time to go to work.
Those in the house where this cavalcade had just arrived must have been a little overwhelmed at the sight. Their once tranquil front yard and quiet country street had been invaded by almost a dozen pick-up trucks, over 20 persons, and loads of tools and lumber were now swarming over their property. But instead of calling the police, the host brewed a pot of coffee and laid out a plate of donuts and kolaches for these squatters.
