Last night, driving back down East . . . about thirty minutes from my destination . . . deep in the darkest, most desolate middle of nowhere . . . with a cold wind fiercely blowing and nary a drop of rain in sight . . . I am one of the people who saw the light and heard the boom.
I did not call 911. I figured it was better than being kidnapped by aliens, dodging a bear or hitting a deer.
Update: The explanation.
Monday, March 30, 2009
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