At first I thought we were finally going to learn the fate of that Russian.

My gf and I thought we saw a disappearance in the mid-90s as well. This was next to an area with rented horse stables and the like.

We saw a girl walk into a fairly small grove of trees, didn’t think much of it, but it was noteworthy because we’d never seen anyone wander in there. It was on the edge of the property and there wasn’t much else around the trees.

After a bit we went to check on her, nothing. Nobody we could find among or on the other side of the trees. She probably had kept going out the other side or emerged when we weren’t paying attention, but at the time we were convinced she had vanished.

My very first conspiracy theory: Space fuckery. I’ll lay out the dots and you can connect them.

On the morning of March 19 or 20, I observed what I was certain at the time was my first meteor sighting. This was in the greater Dallas area.

Skip to Sunday I found a story about meteor sightings reported in Houston and other areas. The sightings were from the previous day, March 21.

Since last weekend there have been further meteor reports across the US.

On Thursday March 26 there was a visible missile launch from the Cape Canaveral Space Force station.

This is all in good fun for me. But with this administration and the blunders in Iran, it won’t surprise me to learn later that they had something to do with it.

I put my leg through the ceiling of a General’s office. He wasn’t the commander of the base mind you, he was the commander over several bases.

Someone had asked my team to repair one of his lights, and his office was in a WWII era building that had had a facelift. So most everything you could see was newer looking, but that did not apply to the base structure of the building, which included the area above the ceiling. Took a bad step and CRASH, huge mess.

Lucky on two points: He wasn’t in his office, and I was able to grab support so as to not fall all the way through.

His secretary heard the commotion and yelled, “oh gosh, are you ok?” Bless her, she was concerned for me. Friends/coworkers laughing their asses off in the ceiling with me.

“Not sure. I think I probably need CPR!” Couldn’t resist saying this. Friends still howling.

“Oh jeez, I’ll call the Fire Department”.

“No, not necessary. I’m fine now, thank you.”

I never did see the General, and they didn’t want me in his office to clean the mess.

So this was my biggest mess in a figurative sense due the circumstances. Which would have been orders of magnitude worse had the General been at his desk.