Dad talked about seeing a UFO. He didn't mean he'd seen a flying saucer or little green men. He just said it happened after dark and he was looking up the hill. Across the top of the hill a red light appeared no more than 10 feet off the ground and went straight across the top of the hill toward the neighbors. He didn't have to explain further. I knew there was nothing that could walk/drive a straight line across a field, barbed wire fence, deep ditch, another deep ditch, and another barbed wire fence. Remembered that story today. Whip and I had stopped on our morning constitutional like we usually do just taking in the pre-dawn morning. It was still an hour before sunrise when I saw a bright light falling in the sky over my neighbor's field. First thought was fireworks. Then I heard a faint pop, something flew off the falling bright light, and then both were gone. Why would anyone be shooting off fireworks over a field at 6:30 on a frigid morning? What else could it be? Maybe a flare? Someone was trapped and knew the dog and I came out at this hour and were shooting off a flare as their last hope for help? (Yes, I really do have to stop reading all those spy novels.) Doubtful. Maybe it wasn't as close as I thought. Could be a meteor burning up in the atmosphere. Bigger than any shooting star I'd ever seen. Suppose it could be space junk hitting the atmosphere. Fireworks - Flare - Meteor - 'Sputnik' - whatever: I have my own UFO (Unidentified Falling Object) story now.
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