He was walking through the foundations of the old hotel near Docspond. You are now the ones who burned the Pineys in the late sixties. Ah, you know, I saw you in the woods hiding when it was on fire with your ax in hand and the helmet you fought for to keep sliding over your eyes. But that was years ago and I neither hear nor exist. But you want to know a bigger secret I found out than the local fire company burning the nudist in town. MY B.

Yes, that is correct, MIB. Yes. I found one of those things to erase the mind. You might think I’m a little crazy, but I sure did find one. Marked “Property of the United States Government”. Okay, it’s a bit rusty and one end is missing, but the piece that slides up and off the shaft is still intact.

Now officially, it was first cleaned and established as an iron forge and marsh mining site in the 19th century. The glory days were lost when the swamps provided devil pills for the Revolutionary War, but no less viable. The hotel was originally intended to house employees in this industrial city. In three plots, a young worker even grew produce to feed these men from the forge. Until 1944, being abandoned for years, until then, Miss Jeanie Epolito was forced to sell when the county repossessed all Manchester Land Companies properties for tax evasion. It was then that Mr. Giovanni Enea, a kind of doctor, owner of United Spring down the street, seized that property for a nudist colony. To build on your success in selling mineral water to New York, why not have a spa where you can not only drink the water, but also bathe in it? Adding many years to your life.

Now, you may not have liked Mr. Enea, or the doctor as they called him, but you have to admit that there was some strength and propensity, if not fortune! Be a doctor and genealogist in Biotechnology. Did you grow some monster blueberries with Mrs. White of Whitesbog, the first woman or man to grow blueberries. He even made those little plastic baskets that all the fruit comes in nowadays. I still eat them from the garden and they are so juicy! But there was more to this Sicilian doctor …

When I first moved to the corner of this colony kitty house, I used to see this strange star. He sat low in the sky. Too high for a lamppost that was on a small hill through the forest. But too low to be a star. Yes, Fort Dix was firing flares, but they were yellow and zigzagged and fell in fifteen minutes. No, this remained motionless in the sky throughout the night, just after sunset. I have seen this star every summer for four years. Then one summer, he left.

I didn’t think much of it for the next five years – even! My parents left when I was in high school and had invited friends to a party. Being a bit worried, rude crowd, we sat outside on the porch. One named Shambo pointed up, looked us all in the eye and said, “Have you ever heard of the alien who was shot trying to escape over a fence at Fort Dix?” I thought it was full of shit. “They captured your ship and were examining it until one day he or he just had enough and apologized. Well, he got to the fence fine, but no more.” I learned a long time ago from Pugsley, or from Peanut on the account that he was the first to be caught stealing peanuts or anything else at the new food store, to listen to tales and not interrupt them with validity questions as long as money and transportation they weren’t part of it. So I listened, though not believing Shambo until …

“Yeah, that alien was shot five years ago!”

Five years ago? No, it can not be. It has been so long! Summer of ’73, yes it was. These are things that crossed my mind at the time.

Now the window facing the northwest of my room. It’s a little strange … Look now, in the southwest corner, is where I saw the star. Now we know what happened to that. Below is where the doctor was burned. But in the north corner, that’s where the tower that was supposed to connect to the Hindenburg is located. But we all know what happened before he could do that. The window of destruction.

Now let’s go back to yesterday. Found that MIB mind eraser thing just fine. I did some research on topographic and aerial maps. They were inspected on the spot. Not only were they inspected in the field, but the 1947 aerial map is top secret. 1947 Roswell sighting and all. The USGS office doesn’t even have access to it. Have you ever heard of Whiting, NJ? So why should the military do it?

When I was little walking through the swamps behind Docspond, I found PVC pipes coming from the center of the swamp. Ventilation? The mind of a five-year-old goes to the underground silos. Could there be men sneaking out here in the middle of the night with lunch boxes going to work? “Hello Joe”: Good evening Frank. “; In the swamp. We have a known silo only three miles away. It has been closed since June 7, 1960. A BOMARC missile at McGuire Air Force Base, [near Trenton,] New Jersey in ready storage condition (allowing launch in two minutes) was destroyed by an explosion and fire after a high-pressure helium tank exploded and ruptured the missile’s fuel tanks. The warhead was also destroyed by fire, although the high explosive did not detonate. The nuclear safety devices acted as designed. The contamination was restricted to an area immediately below the weapon and an adjacent elongated area approximately 100 feet long, caused by drainage of the fire fighting water. Well the next town on Toms River has Radionuclide or something in the water, but don’t worry.

The New York Times reported that the 47-foot missile “melted under an intense glow powered by its 100-pound TNT detonator … The atomic warhead apparently fell into the remaining molten missile, which burned for 45 minutes. “. . “The radiation” had been caused when the magnesium metal that is part of the weapon caught fire, … the metal, already radioactive, becomes highly radioactive when burned. “

I think the aliens did this on purpose. To mark the place. You know it as a sign seen from the stars. A beacon. Were the Doctor’s nudists earthlings or not? Was Giovanni Enea more than a recent alien from Sicily, or was he from the stars? They might say New Yorkers might be out of this world, but was he selling his mineral water to Mars? As all scientists know, there is no water on Mars. So who else would need it more than them?

I don’t know how in 1947, three years after the opening of Nature’s Rest Nudist Colony, they encountered these aliens. MIB, how did you find out? Were you spied during normal aerial photography that you saw something strange? On Devil’s Mountain from the colony in the forest you will find a circle of trees felled like dominoes. In the Periphery, along a sixteenth of a mile in thick thickets, trees have been felled. Now, was this landing place?

But what brings them here around the 1940s? Well, in 1938 the Hindenburg was the world’s first internationally broadcast news disaster. Now those waves bounce in space forever. Did you hear it? Did it take you six years to hear it and travel here? In that report it was heard, “In the resort town of Lakehurst a boron of Manchester on the outskirts of Whiting in ..”. Perhaps the only thing that mattered to them was the mention of a resort town. Could this be all that was needed? Did some cosmic Lief Erickson sell some aliens to travel to Whiting NJ? Did exploration groups report on United Spring Co getting water from one of the largest aquifers in North America, the Cohansey-Kirkwood Aquifer? 17 trillion tons in Cohansey alone. Where else would you go if you were from Mars and needed water? Have you ever heard of Whiting?

So Doc Enea wasn’t just hated for his car with a hood ornament black devil staring at you, or his clothing-optional style, his intellectual snobbery, or his dangerous choice of wildlife for nudists (Honey Locust and Holly trees), but he was hated for allowing illegal aliens in.

That explains why all military transports fly low, very low, over the site all hours of the day. You know!

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