Maritz / Fort Belle Fontaine

Paranoia strikes deep into your cake it will creep.

We went to see the cake at Maritz the other day. I did not know my way around the place and for some reason a bridge used by the company was not in use that day. Long story short I wound up driving around the place and going down one-way streets the wrong way making a general nuisance of my vehicle and myself. I was never at this place before and so I asked a few people for directions to the cake and of course, no one knew where it was. The whole time as I was bouncing about the company grounds of Maritz I was being followed by their security, some SUV was keeping an eye on me. When I stopped by the cake that I finally found the SUV pulled alongside of me and gave me the once over. I had the impression that I was not welcome there and the quicker I left the better. That is the way I am, I do not like being checked out.

I really got the once over at Fort Belle Fontaine. You have to stop at a guardhouse and state your business. I said I wanted to go to the Fort and check out the cake. I was told there is no port there. I said I want to see the Fort not port which brought out the head guard as she was taking back talk. I was asked whom did I want to see and I said the cake to take a picture of it. I do not know whose idea it was to put a cake in this place because it may be a historical site but it is also a youth detention center, to me this does not seem to be the best of ideas. This is why you had to state your purpose for going to this place. I commented on this fact after I was informed of it which on seemed to annoy the guards even more. On my own part, this also was not the best of ideas.  After signing the log, a quick check of my license plates, and an evil eye stare down I was given a pass and allowed in.  It was a hot soupy day so I did not explore the fort or take the stairs down to the river.  After taking a few pictures I headed down the road, which seemed to go nowhere except into a cluster of cottages on a torn up old narrow path. I turned my car around and went back the way I came. I am not sure if I was going the wrong way on a one-way street but I did see a black helicopter hovering overhead on my way out.

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