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THE DAY THE FLYING SAUCER LANDED IN JUDEA, ALABAMA

Six miles outside the small town of Judea, Alabama on Wild Hawg Mountain, a half-mile past the old Macedonia Baptist Church was the farm home of Justin Arnold Wilson. His mama always called him Arney, his daddy always called him JA and his siblings and his friends called him Bubba.
Bubba married Winnie when they were in the ninth grade at the county high school. She was pregnant with their first child, Rayfield. Winnie had two more sons over the next few years. There was Herbert Theodore (named after a president) and Joe Namath (named for a famous Alabama quarterback).

Bubba made a pretty good mountain farm living growing tomatoes and corn. He raised a few hogs and had three mother cows. The family's passion was Alabama football and their devotion extended well past the end of the season. They gathered every Saturday night in front of the television to watch VCR tapes of past Alabama Championship Games.
On this night Bubba was filling a #3 wash tub with long neck Bud's and crushed ice while Winnie popped a couple of plastic Wal-Mart bags of popcorn. Rayfield, the oldest boy they called "Junior" for no reason (other than he was the first born) like his father had married his first girl friend after she befriended him and got pregnant. They lived with Bubba and Winnie and had two year old child that was nearly as fat as his mama. Junior's wife was the former Miss Judea and had sung solo's a time or two at the big mega church in Birmingham. But, since her marriage, she had let herself go and gained 119 pounds. Herbert Theodore was called "Snake" in honor of another Alabama football great and the youngest boy, they called Joey.
The family had settled down to watch the game and Winnie asked Bubba who he thought was a-going to win the game.
"Winnie, it's same game we watch every week. You know damn well the Tide's gonna win."
"Well, if that's so, why do you always bet me the Tide's gonna win?"
"Cause you're dumber'n a stump, Winnie."
Joey started the tape and the Alabama Crimson Tide ran on to the field and the Wilson family were doing the wave around the room as they yelled "rolllll tideeee" when the entire house shook violently. Glassware shattered, pictures fell from the wall and the power failed. A moment later, the house was illuminated by a pale greenish glow that faded away as if something had passed overhead. As the room darkened again

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