Look Up in the Sky! It's a Bird, It's a Plane, It's Father Z?
Yesterday, reports surfaced locally that a meteor was traveling over the Metro area from the NE to the SW.
I wonder....
Coincidence?
Labels: Sittin' on this bar stool talking like a d--- fool.
I wonder....
Coincidence?
Labels: Sittin' on this bar stool talking like a d--- fool.
posted by Cathy_of_Alex at 10/04/2007 09:23:00 AM
14 Comments:
Hehe
"'I heard some people say it was flaming," she said. "They said it came down toward Earth, but nobody knows where it landed. It could have landed anywhere. Nobody has called to say they've found it.'
Cathy Magnus, city administrator in Slayton, said she and others at Slayton City Hall heard a thunderous boom just after 2:15 p.m., a sound that can be associated with meteors.
'Oh, man. To me, it was like being on a (Navy) carrier ... when they break the sound barrier with an F-14,' Navy reservist Greg Devereaux, who lives near Amiret, Minn., told the Marshall Independent. "It sounded like a sonic boom from an F-14 maybe 300 yards away. That's what it felt like. It shook the house, and when I walked outside, the ground was
still shaking.'"
I've got this urge, now, to listen to Orson Welles' "War of the Worlds."
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Yesterday, I was doing one of my volunteer gigs and after I finished, I was driving down Lexington Avenue and got detoured by a couple of St Paul squads barricading the road, keeping me from driving through Como Park.
So I hung a Louie on Hoyt and meandered through a part of town with which I wasn't very familiar. But I came across Victoria and hung a Ralph and meandered more or less southward for a time until I came across Como and a railroad crossing being occupied by a very slow moving and quite long freight train. I turned off the engine, said a bunch of Aves until the train finally pokeyed through, and started up. I had no idea where I was.
So I just hung another Ralph and came across Avon Street; the name sounded familiar. Glancing at the sun, I saw that I was heading South (I was a Boy Scout once) and when I glanced to my left I saw a house that looked remarkably like that one in Cathy's photo. Something like a golf cart with a glass enclosure was parked in front.
Do you suppose she had special visitors yesterday?
I saw little silver men with silver hats running around my back yard and then the power went out and I heard a buzzing sound and then I swore I could hear the radio in the kitchen - but I don't have a radio out there. I listened intently but couldn't make out the words or the language. Then the power came back on and I watched The View.
(Was that you next to me on the bar stool? We should have danced.)
http://i21.tinypic.com/33bk12e.jpg
Ray wrote:
"I saw a house that looked remarkably like that one in Cathy's photo. Something like a golf cart with a glass enclosure was parked in front. Do you suppose she had special visitors yesterday?"
Terry wrote:
"I saw little silver men with silver hats running around my back yard and then the power went out and I heard a buzzing sound and then I swore I could hear the radio in the kitchen - but I don't have a radio out there."
Oh! Vincenzo! You are an artiste! LOL!
Me driving, Terry in the middle and Cathy riding shotgun. I had been hoping that Terry would ride shotgun that day.
I'm also going to have to start watching my activities. Obviously, Vincenzo has been hanging around South Minneapolis. Those likenesses are pretty exact, if you ask me.
I hope Vincenzo won't catch me shopping at one of my favorite emporiums.
Funny you should mention bar stools:
http://adorotedevote.blogspot.com/2007/10/sometimes.html
what in the world is going on here?
i stop by for a visit and everyone is gone
To all these comments I want to say: I picked a heck of a day to quit drinking, er, eating.
Terry: I heard you singing: "I won't dance, don't ask me" so I did not bother.
Ray: I think you were lost again. The sun was in your eyes.
Cath - That really is a photo of a UFO, isn't it.
No, Father Z was on a bombing run to fight liturgical violations. He's through talking.
rofl
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