Two for the moment--
First, I was reading some Novel ... perhaps "Low Country" or something by some popular novelist. It was early morning, Spring of 2000 or so, and I wake up early and pick up the book to keep reading. I read references, in context of the novel, about the 1963 Alabama church bombing that killed like 3 or so little girls. A huge event even in that non-internet-instant-news era.
I put the book down because I had to shower and get to work. When I do get in the car, and I'm fighting rush hour traffic .... A news bulletin comes over the WTMJ airwaves .... the FBI has brought charges against so and so in connection with the Alabama church bombing in 1963 ....
I had to pull over -- thought I was in twilight zone time.
The other thing happened two weeks ago. I was at my ex's house looking after the kids and taking care of a few things. As my youngest was feeding the dog (Lambeau is his name-O), we both heard an odd noise. We looked around. Finally our eyes lit upon a ceramic platter mounted way above the cabinets in a vaulted ceiling kitchen. It (the platter) was rocking back and forth. It was positioned where no one could reach it, even if my son or I had wanted to. We both watched this platter rock back and forth on it's nail ... and it lasted for a minute or more. That's an eternity when you are trying to figure out what is going on.
It was freaky. The platter was WAY elevated. No mouse could have jostled this platter. But we watched it rock back and forth like a pendulum for way too long. Like something was manipulating it. It was just moving while we stared at it. Then slowed, and stopped. And that was that.
Okay. That's it for now.
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