Take Out the Trash Day

This is a true story. It happened in August while I was up in Northlandia. I had gone in the middle of the night to Keithsburg to take pictures of the barges and decided to go back to Emerald City by way of Seaton, the Jewel of Mercer County. Just before I got to the bluff I noticed these lights and saucers.

I sped up and once I got to the bluff I wanted to see what was happening and decided to take the Bluff road to a spot where you can see the valley below. I saw one of the saucers float over a house and emitted some kind of signal light or beam right on top of it. Suddenly it started to snow. In August. Just in this one spot. I wondered if Neil Kastor predicted it?

I got back on the main road and drove as fast as I could to warn the poor citizens of Seaton that we were under attack by aliens. But as I approached town, and pushed the button to open the trunk so I could use it as a wind break, I saw that I was too late. Much of the north west part of town was destroyed and whatever was doing it was heading out toward the country. Emerald City. It looked like the Seaton Volunteer Firemen were doing what they could so I raced out to .

" Run Chris and Karen", I yelled out my window, knowing they couldn't hear and I wouldn't be able to stop the coming conflagration. Those were the only people I knew that looked to be in the path of the destruction.

But my pleas went unheeded.

This is what I saw when I got there.

To be continued.

PS - They don't call it Take Out the Trash Day for nothing.

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