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The binoculars were no help. Even through tinted lenses it still appeared to be a featureless silver ball.

I put the binoculars on the melodeon, got a beer, and turned on the TV for the first time in days. The
news was full of pictures no better than my view with the binoculars and much speculation by people who
should have known better than to say anything at all. I left the TV on in case somebody might say
something intelligent and got on the Internet with my computer.

When I found nothing on the net better than what was on the TV about the ship, I went to work on my
WiccaWorks.com pages, tweaking and tightening the new HTML and pictures for loading speed and
best display.

Some weather guy on TV said that radar had placed the ship about eighty miles from shore and a mile
above the gulf. He even gave the latitude and longitude, then cutesy news crew banter took over and I
tuned out.

The phone rang and I almost ignored it, but having just completed work on Harriet's box, I thought it
might be her with a question, so I answered it.

It was Sharon, my business partner in WiccaWorks, and she was excited as hell about the ship. She and
her husband, Allen, were going to drive out to the beach to have a closer look at it later. Did I want to go
along?

I told her to have a good time and cautioned her not to expect being a few miles closer to improve the
view much.

Don't get me wrong, people. I knew it was a momentous occasion for the world. It just wasn't a
particularly momentous occasion for me. It ranked with news that the President might be coming to town.
Great. Wunnerful. Do let me know if he or she wants to drop by for coffee.

Other reports of UFO's traditionally had them dancing around the sky and eventually disappearing as
quickly and mysteriously as they'd arrived. According to a TV reporter, this UFO had apparently
whizzed around the skies of the world and then parked motionless in the sky just off the Gulf coast of
Florida.

For once, at least, nobody official tried to deny the existence of UFO's. There the damned thing was,
looking as if you could almost reach out and touch it, an act which nobody seemed dull-witted enough to
attempt.

Much of my first hours home were spent answering phone calls from relatives and others who quickly
realized that Spring Hill was on the part of the Florida coast nearest to the ship. I could tell them nothing
that they couldn't get from the news media and quickly tired of answering the phone.

If you just take a phone off the hook it makes obnoxious noises for a while and will do so every time you
use the phone, hang up, then take it off the hook again. I cut an old phone cable, twisted the red and
green wires together to cause a busy signal, and plugged it into a two-hole adapter. Between my outgoing
calls there would be telephonic silence.

Over the next few days the military declared the area around the ship to be a restricted zone, did fly-bys,
and parked a number of good-sized ships in the area.