Monday Madness: The Hanger

Here's Jessie...

I know you have been itching for a new Monday Madness post about my little ole town nestled along the bay. Today is the day I tell you of "The Hanger".

 It has been rumored that hidden behind the artificial red rubber track and green fields of the infamous Cabaniss Fields is a Hanger. An old airport hanger, I assume.

Big E once told me a story of the hanger that lay among the high grass of the now vacant lots. Despite all my curiosity, he still won't take me there to get a picture.

This is my version so don't ruin it.

Hung slightly askew on the gates is a sign that reads "Honk for service", so one night Big E and a few friends decided it would be fun to honk. Two sharp blasts of the horn and they waited outside of the truck.

In the summer breeze, they heard clapping. As if a whole contingent of people were cheering in this hanger, and they listened as the closed metal doors began to screech as if struggling to be pulled apart.

Big E ran, hopped in the truck, and drove off. He never said if he saw anything but he won't take me to see. So, if you stop by the hanger. Honk and see who comes to help you.

Jessie