by Vic Wolfe

On a Sunday afternoon in February 1989, I looked out the kitchen window and in the backyard of a neighbor's house two doors to the west, I saw a black box, about the size of a microwave oven. It appeared to have something sticking out, like the box's lid. It seemed to tumble end over end above the ground, so it was hard to see any detail. It also appeared to be swinging back and forth about ten feet each way. I did not see any kind of rope or string attached to it. After about thirty seconds, it moved upwards. The higher I saw it go, the less it seemed to swing. In another half-minute, it was out of sight, never to be seen again.