War of the Worlds (Part Two)
DON'T BE ALARMED!!! REPEAT...DON'T BE ALARMED!!!
So, I was just casually minding my own business, kicking some cockleshells along the beach, wishing I had JW's fortitude to turn up at this location in the wee early hours and capture something amazing when all of a sudden, out of no where...SPLOOSH!!! SPLOOSH!! SPLOOSH!!! (etc...).
I could hear in my head: "Ladies and gentlemen, this is Carl Phillips again, at the Wilmuth farm, Grovers Mill, New Jersey. Professor Pierson and myself made the eleven miles from Princeton in ten minutes. Well, I . . . I hardly know where to begin, to paint for you a word picture of the strange scene before my eyes, like something out of a modern "Arabian Nights." Well, I just got here. I haven't had a chance to look around yet. I guess that's it. Yes, I guess that's the . . . thing, directly in front of me, half buried in a vast pit. Must have struck with terrific force. The ground is covered with splinters of a tree it must have struck on its way down. What I can see of the . . . object itself doesn't look very much like a meteor, at least not the meteors I've seen. It looks more like a huge cylinder. It has a diameter of . . . what would you say, Professor Pierson?"
I stood around for a bit but, I really had to pee so, off we went. Till this moment, I have not heard any radio reports of a Martian invasion... the Blue Jays went 19 innings though and lost to those pesky Indians! Stay tuned!