I pulled off 395 heading for the house the other night when I ran into the nigh-blinding glow of the blue light tower that’s attached to the new Shirlington Library. Even from the distance of a tenth of a mile or so, the glow coming off the light tower is just blinding. It dominates the entire Shirlington village, even drowning out the white lights in the naked trees.
What’s it for? What’s it supposed to be? Damned if I know. But, as it gently throbs, I’m calling it the Blue Cylon Tower until someone tells me its real name.
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