My aunt Syd, who’s a smart lady by the way (my mom and her siblings are all pretty intellectual… are smarties… we’re all trying to live up to them.  It’s a good thing…. but I digress), suggested that what Karen and I saw driving down to San Jose might not be wings, but blades for windmills.  I think she, and her fella, might be right.   I stand, in all liklihood, corrected.  I always try to provide the correct, as much as I know it to be, info.  Thanks Syd, and Chip, for the observation.  I imagine those blades were on their way to some mystery locale for attachment to an energy making windmill.  Very cool.