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gone_byebyeFriday, June 1, 2007
Hornet, Missouri
Gum Road and E-50
Late Evening
"This ain't the first time the government's come out here to check on the Spooklight," said Jill Janovic, a woman in her seventies with the springy step of a thirty-year-old. "Matter of fact, the first time you boys showed up, I wasn't much more than five years old."
"That'd be the Army Corps of Engineers, right?" Jim Eichler picked his way down the sloping shoulder, away from the sun-whitened asphalt. "Back in 1942?"
"You got it. Said it was Route 66 and not a whole lot else." Janovic shook her head. "Never mind that folks were seeing the Spooklight years before the highway went through. Wave an explanation in front of an engineer and poof, good old common sense goes right on out the window."
"Hey!" Jim protested. "I know plenty of engineers-"
"Just winding you up, son. You and that red-headed feller last week." She laughed. "I gotta hand it to you, though, you got a way better sense of humor than him. That boy didn't want to listen to a damn thing I said. Just wanted to get out here and see if he couldn't make the Spooklight happen. Damned if I know why, though."
"Make the-" Jim shook his head. "But the whole point of the Survey's to get a sense of paranormal activity as it stands. Not to make more of it."
"I don't think that boy was with the Survey, Mr. Eichler," said Janovic. "But if he was, you'd better call your bosses back in Washington. He's got a temper on him like nothing I've ever seen, and he spent his whole time here setting up all kinds of poles and spikes and designs on the ground. Damn near put his foot through the side of his car when the light didn't show up. That Peck fella's bad news."
"Huh," said Jim. "I'll let them know. Thanks, ma'am."
Janovic nodded, and then pointed across the state line into Oklahoma, where a gleaming ball of orange light had begun darting back and forth.
Hornet, Missouri
Gum Road and E-50
Late Evening
"This ain't the first time the government's come out here to check on the Spooklight," said Jill Janovic, a woman in her seventies with the springy step of a thirty-year-old. "Matter of fact, the first time you boys showed up, I wasn't much more than five years old."
"That'd be the Army Corps of Engineers, right?" Jim Eichler picked his way down the sloping shoulder, away from the sun-whitened asphalt. "Back in 1942?"
"You got it. Said it was Route 66 and not a whole lot else." Janovic shook her head. "Never mind that folks were seeing the Spooklight years before the highway went through. Wave an explanation in front of an engineer and poof, good old common sense goes right on out the window."
"Hey!" Jim protested. "I know plenty of engineers-"
"Just winding you up, son. You and that red-headed feller last week." She laughed. "I gotta hand it to you, though, you got a way better sense of humor than him. That boy didn't want to listen to a damn thing I said. Just wanted to get out here and see if he couldn't make the Spooklight happen. Damned if I know why, though."
"Make the-" Jim shook his head. "But the whole point of the Survey's to get a sense of paranormal activity as it stands. Not to make more of it."
"I don't think that boy was with the Survey, Mr. Eichler," said Janovic. "But if he was, you'd better call your bosses back in Washington. He's got a temper on him like nothing I've ever seen, and he spent his whole time here setting up all kinds of poles and spikes and designs on the ground. Damn near put his foot through the side of his car when the light didn't show up. That Peck fella's bad news."
"Huh," said Jim. "I'll let them know. Thanks, ma'am."
Janovic nodded, and then pointed across the state line into Oklahoma, where a gleaming ball of orange light had begun darting back and forth.
