Rick Sobie wrote:

But then one evening,    I was walking    and the same thing happened.

I thought it must just be coincindence.

Except  that it happens   every time.

 

Examine the street light carefully; see if there is some sort of serial number plaque on it...see if the number on that plaque is "666" by any chance.
I was going to limit this to sci.space.history; but since this appears to be a challenge that needs taking up of some sort; here's the Guth Story:
It all started when Brad was just a kid; he had been outside talking to the cloud animals, and carefully writing down what they said back to him...suddenly, one of the cloud animals threw a lightning bolt at him, striking him in the head....at the same moment, a black Cadillac skidded to a halt next to him- the strange purplish glow of its interior illuminating the two occupants with a sickly pallor.
"Help me..." Brad gasped, his forehead riven by the thunderbolt, his brainwaves tied in a square-knot.
Two figures emerged into the light of day from the car; both were dressed entirely in black, and wore dark sunglasses.
"The planet Venus is more often mistaken for a UFO than any other object in the sky." -said the first.
Brad, not knowing quite what to make of this in his electrically-dazed state, asked: "Could  you take me to the hospital?"
"I'm glad you phrased that as a question." -said the second- "After a few X-rays....and a little radiation therapy.....they'll know _exactly_ what to do with you."
And this was the answer to the question: "How did Brad Guth's boyhood jeopardy bring him into contact with the future Governor of Minnesota?"

Pat