In article <3FB0A54C.4020101@daktel.com>, flanner@daktel.com says...

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.

Already checked it for sixes, so thats not it.

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.

Wait a sec... I think I know those guys!

"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?"

A bicycle?