There was a mysterious presence in the air over Shelby County last week.
It hovered over neighborhoods, flew low from one end of the county to the other, and landed in the field on the back of a farm, separated from homes only by groves of mature trees.
It seemed to hang in the air like one of Tiger Woods’ tee-shots used to do, and then sort of drift along the horizon like some oversized dragon fly.
It drew people from their homes and toward those trees and fields. It lit up the phone lines and fired up Facebook.