Back in 1956, I was in Denver, Colorado. One summer evening I was enjoying a warm, balmy evening flopped out on a lawn chair, with a friend on a nearby lawn chair. We were both gazing at the evening sky—it was about 8:00 p.m.—when a bloody-great meteor streaked across the sky, lighting up the whole landscape. Then suddenly it flashed and broke into three smaller parts that streaked on, then faded out.

A few seconds later we heard an explosion, like distant cannon fire. And actually felt a slight shock wave. Then came three smaller explosions. We heard the sounds echoing off of—what? The distant Rocky Mountains?

She turned to me and said, "Did you see that!??"

"Yeah!" I responded, eloquently.

The following day, I expected to find something about it in the newspapers and/or on the radio. It had to have been seen—and heard over a wide area.

But—nuthin'!! Weird!

Don Firth

P. S. John Denver's Colorado Mountain High: "…I've seen it raining fire in the sky…."

(Inspired by watching a meteor shower while up in the Colorado Mountains.)