Foggy Field

This field, with tall pines towering in the distance, caught my eye the other morning. It was pretty foggy and that ol' early morning sun was attempting to cut a wedge through the run of low bushes. Throw in around 20 or so crows squawking loudly and darting haphazardly and it painted a pretty eerie picture. Traveling home well after midnight one night, J- saw a large meteor-like object streak across in front of him and land in a field close by. The next morning, he returned to the area looking for any evidence but found none. He even left a message at NASA, inquiring about what it was that he had seen. Not even a day later, a scientist from NASA returned his call and had all kinds of questions for him. I'm sure he never rides over this road without thinking about that night and what he witnessed. Incidents like this seem to stick in the memory bank for some reason. I know it's not the same, but, when I drive by the old Westbrook College campus, I still can't shake the night that coed broke my hockey stick under the stars and just laughed about it. Why I could have...