When I was a lil' girl...

Mandy Robbins 31 of Visalia sent me this email:

"Dear Jerry, Please don't give out my name... I worked
for the last 12 years as a maid when my job moved out
of state. I clean several offices a week. It's a good,
quiet job that takes place overnight and nobody
bothers me. I get to listen to the radio all night and
on my drive home.

One night I was cleaning an office for a Doctor in Fig
Garden. In his office were many books and pictures
about the history of the San Joaquin valley and
Fresno. There were maps and videotapes about UFO's. I
was on my break and just sneaking a peek at his stuff.

There was a picture of a Policeman, his old cruiser and
he was holding what looked like the broken fin of an
old Chevy. The police cruiser was a Fresno Sheriffs
vehicle from way back. It looks like there might have
been an alien space craft crash sometime in the past
around the valley.

Sitting there I started thinking about when I was a
lil' girl on my granddad's farm and there where little
people I use to play with in the barn. My family told
me that they were just my imaginary friends, but now I
don't think so... I remember being up in the hay with
these lil' Grey friends and my Dad runs out with a
shotgun blasting in the air scaring them off. If they
were imaginary who was my dad shooting at?"

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