One of 'em landed in Lincoln Park in Chicago when I was walking my dog---about 162 or so. A door slid open and there was just a head floating in mid air. It floated out toward me and asked for a drink. I told it I think I could use one too!!

Once, walking our dog in Chicago's Lincoln Park, a flying saucer landed. When the door slid open I could only see a disembodied head floating in mid air. He made signs to me that told me he was really parched from the long trip. So, we headed (no pun intended) to my favorite bar. I walked and it floated. I held the door open for the head and he floated in and hovered above a bar stool. The bartender brought him a shot of Jack Daniels and I held it to the heads lips. He took a sip and a torso popped out. Another sip and a trunk of his body and a leg popped out. One more sip and the other leg and an arm popped out. He said, "One more sip and I'll be whole!" Well, he took another sip and one-by-one everything pulled back in until the head, with a noise like a stomped on beer cup, just disappeared altogether. The bartender walked over and said, "Damn, he shoulda quit while he was a head!"

Art Thieme