And I mean that in the nicest way possible.

Wal-Mart has taken this Alien Crash of 1947 a little far, I think. You can’t even go inside the doors without having an Alien jump out at you with the weekly sales circular clinched in his fist. I’m just kidding about that, but I bet you if I suggested the Wal-Mart greeter be an Alien, they would undoubtedly make it happen. Let’s glance at a few other pictures I took on my visit to the great Wally World.

That is just a close up of the last pictures, but in order to fully appreciate the art work, you have to get up close and personal to it. I wonder how long it will be before it begins to chip away and if they will continue to keep it looking nice or let it go. Since Aliens are the only reason anyone of a sound mind comes to Roswell, I imagine that they will keep it up for the sake of tourists. And I also wondered who got paid to paint Aliens all over Wal-Mart. What a great job.

The exit sign
picture is rather awful,
but I was walking by it and didn’t feel like stopping to line everything up. So, I’m lazy. Sue me.

I really believe that behind this wall mural of a mother ship is the remains of the UFO crash that occurred in 1947. I mean, who would really look behind a brick mural for clues. That only happens in movies, right? By saying that, I do not recommend that you go chisel away to find out whether my brilliant idea is true or not. I don’t want anyone going to jail on my account. I would simply never forgive myself or sleep well.

You know, after seeing all these paintings on Wal-Mart, I am a bit jealous. I mean, the only thing my Wal-Mart has written on it is – We Sell For Less, Deli, Produce and some other words that I never really pay attention to. Too bad nothing cool has happened in Columbia. I guess I could suggest a mural of me . . . I’m just kidding . . . really, I am. The bricks that make up Wal-Mart might all jump off and run away if that were to happen.

Here is an old picture for you.

I was going through my Dad’s pictures on his computer looking for some blogging material since I have used almost all of the good ones from my collection of photographs. It is amazing what you can find out about your parent’s lives by going through their old slides. I had never known that my Dad had ever been in the presence of Johnny Cash, let alone close enough to take a pretty good picture of the man. Apparently, Mr. Cash came to Sheppard AFB where my Dad was stationed. Here is the kicker, though. Mr. Cash was being more than nice and giving his adoring fans his autograph. But did my Dad get one? No. Did he at least ask? No. At least my Dad says he doesn’t remember getting his autograph and if he did, God only knows where in the world it went. It is enough to make you hit your head on a wooden table.

I don’t believe I have ever been in the presence of someone famous. But I know if were to be, the first thing, well maybe at least the second thing I do would be to ask – May I please have your autograph!!?? The first thing would be something along the lines of – I love your work. Fans can be such idiots sometime.

My Dad did something similar in the year 1974. My Dad was working for the radio station WKEU in Griffin, GA when Hank Aaron hit his 715th home run. Because my Dad was working for this radio station he was allowed to be at the press conference after the game. Well, if my Dad took pictures of that evening, I have never seen them, and once again, even though he was practically on the first row, he didn’t get his autograph(“They wouldn’t let anyone near him!! My Dad protests.) But he did happen to record the press conference, and that’s pretty cool. But an autograph would have been awesome. Again, it makes you want to hit your head on a wooden table. Really, really hard.