...Autonomous And Therefore—FREE!
What I'd have is time to think, to puzzle at, or ponder on the workings of reality—its vastness, scope, and wonder! I'd pay the freight (or my fair share) to lever up the rock that's there...
Sparks and Tender
Sparks and Tender
A Scenic Route Celebration of Robert Hastings To Further Frost Carlson's Cock-a-mamie Cookie
By Alfred Lehmberg
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It was sometime in early July. Space/Time coordinates indicate 1954 Connecticut. Specifically, place yourself just a few miles northwest of a pleasant little town called Ridgefield on three gently sloping acres. These acres are festooned with climbable apple trees and a few un-climbable pines.
I was six or so. I remember hot summer nights so full of shining stars and lightning bugs it was like the night sky flown down to swarm around your head like psychedelic bees! On one of those hot-humid nights in 1954 I was first imbued, imprinted, and otherwise energized with a new idea.
UFOs.
Yes. On one night that summer at my home on North Salem road, very close to the beautiful—still healthy I think!—Lake Mamanasco, there arose from my father one very singular and seminal commotion significant to alert us all! Alfred, Junior, a trained scientist and Schlumberger engineer who would later work, synchronistically (if tangentially), on Nuclear Propulsion Engines with Stanton T. Friedman... thought he saw a UFO...
Seditious Sky
Suffering Slings And Arrows Of Fatuously Impacted Boobs!

http://www.theufochronicles.com/2012/01/james-carlson-gets-it-wrong-again.html
James Carlson Gets It Wrong Again:
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