I think that it happened to me and it was one of those semi-Men-in-Black things, but the men wore Green, not black.
A close encounter of the first (or second etc.) kind is a phrase used to describe encounters involving increasing degrees of complexity and apparent exposure of the witness to aliens, with the first kind being a mere sighting and the fourth kind being abduction.
I can reliably say that I was neither abducted nor probed. So we’re at the third kind, not the fourth.
As these things usually happen, the day started normally with me preparing to leave LSP’s compound at Hillsboro, TX. We went to Karen’s for bean and brisket burritos, as tradition demands (they’re really excellent burritos). I took my bean and brisket burrito for the road and that might be where the wheels began to slip off the tracks. I ate a soft taco (wrapped in a delicious, homemade tortilla) there on premises.
The hole-in-the-wall restaurant would seem to be the only profitable business in a very small town that has fallen on hard times ever since the railroad trains declined to stop and the cotton business became increasingly difficult.
Note that while I broke from tradition and ate a soft taco, I did take a brisket and bean burrito to go. My heresy does have its limits. Maybe the Close Encounter of the Third Kind is due to me only taking one hot-sauce instead of the usual two? Where is the independent variable here? Karen’s didn’t have any root beer in the cooler. There’s another clue…maybe.
On with the story. The return trip from Central Texas by vehicle was one that I made non-stop (it’s a grind) with the exception of fuel/restroom stops and it took right at 24 hours of driving to make it back to the People’s Republik of Kalifornia. (The Worker’s Paradise)
|One Fried Pie – Peach|
I drove my two-year old Ford pick-up, nothing strange there. The truck is pictured near the Fried Pie store in Cisco, TX (not far from Abeline). You will note that my truck is not pure and white, possibly because I’m the HSM of the Dallas Light Cavalry (Irregular) and not the Lone Star Parson and regimental commander, who drives a white pick-up.
Did that account for the Close Encounter of the Third Kind? I can’t rule it out completely.
It rained through New Mexico (Hwy 10) hard, and I stopped at Love’s Travel Stop at Lordsburg, NM just north of I-10 for fuel and a restroom break at about 1:00 am (local time zone).
I was the only one there (besides a dozen or two 18 wheelers with drivers sleeping – isn’t that always the way?). A pimple-faced/pizza faced boy stood behind the register and i don’t think that he’d make a reliable witness. He was looking the other way and didn’t seem interested in the six or seven aliens who emerged from a flat-black cube, cleverly disguised to look like an old Ford Econoline Van. No sooner did the aliens disembark from their craft but what the parking lot was bathed in blue and red strobing light. The green men had their own cubes and they abducted the aliens and took them somewhere. I didn’t volunteer…only acted as a witness to the drama.
You can be a hater and a denier or you can believe me. It’s up to you. Aliens walked among us last night in Lordsburg, New Mexico in the pounding rain, just the same way they do in sanctuary cities throughout California.
Notice the red and blue strobing lights in the film clip…I think that my encounter was just as legitimate.
Glad you made it back alright — fun visit. But consider, aliens fear fried pies and Karen's Authentic Mexican Food, especially the "Bean & Brisket." I'll wager that kept you safe. Neat rig, btw.
Very cool that you two characters got to meet up. Sounds like it was a blast! Having lived in northern NM, myself, at one time, I completely believe LL's alien encounter story. But I'm skeptical that the "Bean & Brisket" would have kept them away. Just a hunch.
Like stories with happy endings.
They were smart not to mess with a guy that gives off shoot'n iron vibes, smells like a brisket & bean burrito, and wears a trident on his ball cap.
It is a synergistic effect that wards off demons.
Aliens are out there…they just are.
The bean and brisket burrito could have been used as a lure – like a nightcrawler for a big catfish… It would be an interesting experiment for a YouTube video.
I was wondering if you guys were going to hit Karen's. Glad you did!
Come to think of it, maybe the B&B drew them in. Interesting.
Good to hear that they didn't probe your butt. After wolfing down that burrito and all that driving it could have been a disastrous turn of evens for inter-galactic relations.
The implications to Earth could have been catastrophic if the burrito had "erupted" while they were going for a probe.
Everybody knows New Mexico is lousy with aliens. The ones you saw simply took a wrong turn enroute to Roswell and ended up in Lordsburg. Happens all the time.
You can still call me a hater and a denier, though, if you want to.
You're obviously correct. I can only imagine how overcrowded Roswell is with aliens. Likely more there than Area 51.
It's a local tradition and (much like not spitting into the wind) makes perfect sense.
I'm sure that the White House has given the aliens Social Security by now … Welcome back Oh Great One.
I prefer to think of them as "green men" in their ships with strobing Close Encounter lights.
They have driver's licenses in California, welfare and so forth.
Well, at night when you're really tired, the "green men" do look a lot like aliens. And behave like them too.
Though I've flown in and out of Roswell and haven't noticed anything strange, I've been to other Sites where interesting things happen.
My boss asked if I believe in UFOs, I responded: There's stuff flying that is kept out of sight of the public that I can't identify, and therefor, it's a UFO.
Interesting. You want to be careful of these aliens in your country. Especially at Love's Travel shop. Notorious for strange people. You also want to watch what you're eating. Some of those mexican beans have magical, mind tripping powers….
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