We were just innocently visiting Roswell, New Mexico, with our British friends who expressed a desire to see the site of the 1947 crash site, and I pooh-poohed it until we looked up and ... and I'll be damned! The captain of the saucer looks like Ron Paul!
Nah, we're OK. Just a fast note here, while I'm thinking about it. Good snake hunting near the Chiricahuas for a couple of nights, and even caught a nice little Arizona alligator lizard next to our cabin. A few days more in alien country, a visit to Carlsbad Caverns, and then back home for a week of resting up. Even if it has to be in Phoenix.
Now if I can just get out of this spacecraft...
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