Beam Me Up, Scottie

I' ve always had an interest in UFO's, always on the lookout, scanning the sky, but never have been rewarded by seeing anything celestial other than the planets or perhaps a meteor now and then. Read Chariots of the Gods, by Eric von Daniken, and become more intriqued than ever.
Back some years ago, my wife and I were motoring back to Drum Head from Cape Breton. The hour was early in the AM; just after midnight, when we reached the Cross Roads,
It had been overcast with showers on the way up, and a we made our way toward the coast the ceiling became lower, and it looked like it might shut in foggy. A classical night to see something not of this world.

When coming down the post road, I could see this lightening, or, you might a glenning of the mist, that now was rising from the road for it had been showers and the warm asphalt was steaming from the cool raindrops.

We rounded the turn, and started north toward the iron bridge. The mist/ fog became lighter, and when we reached the Sand Bank, I suddenly knew that I had arrived; that my long awaited spaceship was here, about to touch down at ground zero.

Three bright beams of light were being projected downward through the misty atomosphere, and as the adrenaline hit hard, and my foot hit the brake pedal, the thought that came into my mind was, " Here you are boy, Roswell revisited." As he Olds slowed, my concsiousness was pricked by a siblant whisper on my right............" Don' t you stop this car! " "Let' s get out of here, Don, now !! " So in deep despair at my lost chance at intergalactic travel, I put the pedal down and drove home in peasoup fog form Betty's Cove to Drum Head.

I went up at daybreak the next morning to hunt for some proof that alien visitors had actually touched down here, and found, in harsh reality, that a scale, crusher and weigh- house had arrived since I had left for CB:, to provide aggregates for some prject or other, The weigh-house had a cluster of three spot lights above the door, which, during transit had become twisted round to 180 degrees and were pointing skyward, and reflecting from the low ceiling,gave the illusion that they were being projected downward from the sky to pin-point a landing position for the Mother Ship.

Ah Well, some sweet day.............