Cold Beer
It was on the 28th of September in 1978, and I had
left from Texas a couple of days prior.I was driving
my old jeep to Quantico,Va. I was to attend the fall
course at the F.B.I. Academy.I was on the skyline
road and had been driving for a long time. The road
was narrow and winding. I needed to relieve myself
and pulled into a bar ditch on the side of the
mountain road. The view was something to behold on
one side, but on the other, there was nothing but
deep woods.No one was within miles of me, but I felt
I should walk into the woods,just in case someone
did drive by. I remember it being hot and I was
thinking how great a cold beer would be, but I had
none. I guess I walked at least 25 yards and stopped
to let nature have it's need. The woods were so
quiet and soft!!! It was very peaceful. I finished
up and at the time I turned to walk back to the
road, I happened to look down. And sitting in a
small clump of vines and grass was an eight pack of
small bottled beer. They were ice cold,Brand name
MILLER!! And in clear bottles. I looked around and
listened thinking someone was or had to be around,
but I never heard nor saw anyone.I reached down and
picked up the carton with the cold beer inside and
walked back to my jeep. I drank one, and placed the
others in the cooler.I drove on into D.C. that day
and checked into the Academy the following Sunday. I
told a few of my friends about this and they looked
at me like were you drunk, or just dreaming?But I
swear it happened.
Submitted by: ignorantwilly@webtv.net
