Orbs, Ball Lightning, and Cows

High Strangeness in the Skies too close to the Ground

Soon after men working on my Dad’s farm swore they saw two “flying saucer” UFOs with colored lights zoom between the two silos attached to the outside of the cowbarn, ball lightning knocked down all the cows. At least we think those orbs were ball lightning, but we weren’t completely certain. These events occurred on Riverview Dairy Farm near the village of Rice in Prince Edward County where we lived in the rolling Piedmont region of Virginia. 

This was sometime during the mid-1970s. My brother Joe and I played with the three Vernon brothers and the two Moore brothers. Their fathers worked the local dairy farms milking cows, fixing machinery, and throwing hay. Recently we thought we had seen a flying saucer UFO while out exploring in the woods one evening. The more we studied the machine and its light patterns high in the sky, however, we realized it was a common, small airplane viewed upon the steep angle of the land as we climbed out of a steep gully into the field. One can read about that incident in my article here, “The UFO that wasn’t.”

Apparently the farmers, hardened men not incline to make up nonsensical stories, saw two small UFOs. They were described as little flying saucers, silver or aluminum-colored, with a ring of colored lights around the outer rim of their discs. The saucers flew over the farm from the south somewhere. Then they turned quickly on a hard right turn and shot thru the narrow gap between the two silos over the high, tin roof of the cowbarn. Those two machines behaved as if they were performing, indeed, as one man declared, “showing off.” Once thru, both accelerated and vanished. They were so fast it wasn’t clear if they disappeared because they flew on out of view or winked out of visible existence. Was daytime and the sky was clear with a few clouds.  Continue reading

Grabbed the Wrong Big Red Costco Cart

Sometimes funny things happen in a grocery store

Hey, I’m at Costco now and this short, little, old man is chasing me down while waving a handful of bananas. What in the world? Is he gonna whip me upside the head with a buncha nanas? I’m a little worried someone is gonna record this and put it up on YouTube and people the world over will misconstrue it as a racial incident. Why? Because, I’m a old White guy and he’s an old fella of East Asian descent. 

Merely a short time earlier I was looking around this massive Costco store in Shoreline, Washington, just north of Seattle. I felt awe seeing the overwhelming abundance of goods and services sold here. In a strange way, seeing all of this made me proud to be an American. I felt glad and happy as I looked around and saw the incredible diversity of people with folks from so many different ethnic groups, races, cultures, religions, and languages all here together, peacefully. Yes, made me immensely proud to be an American. This is probably not what many people imagine when they see the words, “proud to be an American.” As a reminder, patriotism comes in many flavors along a spectrum. I’m not blind to the problems of our nation or to the darkness within its history, but seeing so many different kinds of people together shopping in relatively harmonious fashion where the greatest acrimony may be the impatience of find a parking spot there sure felt good. And now this other man was chasing me down with a handful of bananas! Continue reading

Leftist Gun Militant on the Day after Trump got shot

A gun on a T-shirt at work spells trouble ahead for all sides

A White man over 6 feet tall with a wiry, muscular build walked around in the outdoor adventure store where I work in Downtown Seattle today. He was dressed in solid black clothing. Black shorts cut off below the knees. Shiny steel pocket chain. Solid black, tank top muscle shirt. Black, military style baseball cap. Across his chest on the shirt was a stylized white image of an AR-15-style semi-automatic assault rifle. You can guess where this is going, yes? Underneath the AR-15, however, was stamped in white letters the following words, “This machine kills racists.” This was on the day after the attempt on the life of former President Donald Trump. Continue reading

Car nearly crashes into Bus

An incredibly stupid driver with more balls than brains missed a passenger bus crammed with passengers including myself here in Seattle

For awhile today’s bus ride seemed drama free. There wasn’t anything exciting to text my wife about. As the Covid Pandemic continued to wind down, more and more people returned to mass transit. Today’s metro bus barreling south down the E-Line from Shoreline thru North Seattle into Downtown Seattle quickly filled up with fellow humans. Yes, there were a few people who appeared drug addled and homeless onboard, but they kept quiet for the most part. As I got on in lower Shoreline, I was fortunate enough to find a seat to sit down upon. Soon, however, passenger space was standing room only. Many but not all were sharing seats again. Today’s drama happened outside the bus, tho it affected all of us inside as well.

As the bus rolled down Aurora into North Seattle, our driver unexpectedly slammed on brakes hard, so hard he seemed to stand up on top of the brakes, or he was thrown forward from his seat before bouncing back down. Angry, furious, yet in control of the big machine, the man cursed mightily. Continue reading

The Pull Back to Origins

Humans migrate everywhere, and sometimes we seek to return “home”

Growing up listening to stories of so-and-so moving back to their place of origin after many years, even decades, of living elsewhere struck me as odd. Why in the world would anyone who moved away to where they wanted to live ever want to move back to their land of birth? After all, such people have put down new roots, mined and developed new career and lifestyle opportunities, and networked themselves into new communities. Why would they return to a place where everyone they knew from their youth was old, dead, or had themselves also relocated to new places? Some people do move later in life, but not to return to place of origin but to be closer to their adult children and grandchildren. Ironically, the kids sometimes end up if not in the old homeplace at least in an area closer to it than otherwise.

After all, as the late Thomas Wolfe once pointed out, “You can’t go home again.” He alludes to the many changes and transformations in one’s self, in other people, and to home itself. What was home is no more even if it looks the same from a distance. Everything has changed even if it seems nothing truly has shifted one way or another. Given enough time, people die, more are born, civilizations rise and fall, and continents pull apart to slide across the planet or back beneath changing seas. Continue reading

A Walk around the Neighborhood

A view of the world changes when one realizes there aren’t anymore children

No kids anywhere. Took a walk thru my neighborhood on a Monday afternoon. A random stroll to get out and enjoy the pleasant spring weather and smell the burgeoning of life after a long winter. It was late afternoon, the time children should be home from school and team sports and music lessons. I’m rambling around in Shoreline, a small satellite town on the north border of Seattle, Washington. 

Where are the children? It was quiet, so quiet, too quiet, but not serene. Something felt ominous in a peacefully insidious way. I began to stop here and there on my way to look around. Wow. There weren’t any kids anywhere. They were not outside playing in the yards or running around in the woods and fields back of their houses. They weren’t inside watching television or listening to the radio or chatting on the telefone, things the youngest generations don’t really do anyway, yes? Nor were any children inside glued to laptops and old desktops or glommed to their smartfones playing games and lost in the banal labyrinths of social media. Yes, it wasn’t just children’s obsession with technology or a retro efforts to play outdoors in nature, but there were not any children anywhere to be seen.  Continue reading

Goofin’ around with Faithlyn on the First of July

Ramblin’ around the neighborhood being silly with my wife on a glorious summer evening back in 2024

William & Faithlyn, yeah, me & the Wife, laughing over by Shaq’s Big Chicken while we ramble around our neighorhood of Westminster Triangle and Highland Terrace, City of Shoreline, State of Washington. It’s a gorgeous summer evening just after 20:00 on the First of July 2024.

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