I did hear that the Jim Kweskin jug band is practicing for some reunion concerts. This obviously is the site they chose to do that -- a cornfield. Why? So it would be music to their ears.

The circles are where Fritz Richmond put down his washtub bass.

Case closed.

That said, over a few decades a close relative of mine has been interviewing people who say they've had experiences with flying saucers. Just answer me this, folks:
Why should an 80 year old couple "come clean" after 40 or 50 years and have a huge need, in their declining years, to get an experience they had in their youth half a century earlier OFF THEIR CHESTS? They insisted on anonymity. There was no need for, or even a desire for, notoriety of any kind. They were terribly upset by their experience---which they simply had to tell someone about. There was a measure of serenity for them that was secured just by putting their experience on the record. And this happened many times in various places all over the map. My relative told me, when I asked if he believed these people, "Art, something happened to these people. All I can say is they were scared shitless -- quite upset by even wanting to tell the tale. It was something they needed to do before they died. They had no ax to grind and nothing to gain, moneywise or otherwise, except the small measure of serenity gained from spillng their guts---finally.

Just thought I'd toss that out. Personally, I've never had any experience even remotely like any of these folks' tales. All I can do is wonder.

Art Thieme