By now I 'spect most of you have heard about the UFO sighted a few days ago in Stephenville, Texas.
Famous for its cowboy heritage and Tarleton State University (my mother's alma mater, BTW), Stephenville is a typical small town in central Texas - Friday nights are football, rodeo is both a creed and a way of life, and people treat their neighbors with respect. A look at the front page of the town website says it all, headlines are about upcoming Girl Scout cookies sales and senior citizens' activities.
Here's the deal: good old country boys and cowboys aren't in the habit of opening themselves up for ridicule. They are often reticent about discussing anything of a personal nature at all. If a Stephenville cowboy has come forward with the admission he's seen something strange in the sky, then I'm here to tell you, I believe him.
Stephenville is at least able to take this all in stride with typical Texas humor, the town's city secretary recently wore some strange Mary Kay makeup to work:
For what it's worth, I am open-minded about the possibility of, for want of a better word, extraterrestials. I can't and don't want to imagine earth humans are the only intelligent (and I take great liberties with that adjective) beings in the whole big Enchilada.
Mostly, it just pisses me off for some over-educated but ignorant non-Texan to denigrate my small town neighbors as some kind of stunted offspring with a warped dna helix. No, we don't all live in mobile homes, neglect our dental hygience, marry our relatives, and drink cheap beer.
I will acknowledge that living in the bible belt assures me that all the "end of days" nutjobs will be out in full force thumping those bibles like they were checking an overripe watermelon and quoting scripture to bolster their branded-with-fire admonitions that the Four Horsemen just bought new spurs at the local Tractor Supply Store on Hwy. 377.
Just for grins, while we're on the subject, here's a short story I wrote a while back with a little UFO twist.