By John Ludi (as Tim Elder)

Part Three: Bad Vibes and Visions of Silliness.

Although there can be a substantial difference in how we perceive ourselves and how the "world" perceives us, I feel that, despite the often abrasive nature of my music and writing, I'm a fairly likeable individual. This was not always the case. It has taken years of self imposed behavior modification to evolve from a snide sarcastic intellectual prick to a snide sarcastic intellectual prick with a decent personality. I smile a lot, laugh frequently, and am fairly amiable in my deportment overall. Thus I tend to get along with most of the people I meet. That is not to say that I've become a psychic doormat who will agree publicly with opinions that run contrary to whatever I have that resembles a belief system just to get by...far from it. What it means is that I've learned the art of diplomacy. I've learned how to make people laugh as I disagree with them. I'm a "nice" guy, an introvert who has had to learn the ropes in the world of extroverts and done a not bad job of it. I tend to find myself at parties most weekends and tend to be pretty gregarious overall. Further, I've learned to always try to find SOMETHING to like about most of the people I meet. I look for some strain of commonality in others that nurtures feeling of community, thus encouraging free and open conversation. All that being said however, I didn't much care for Mr. Prevost...I thought he was a jerk. I did like some of the other Parascopeds quite a bit, but we did not spend much time at the campsite as we were much more interested in all of the silliness that Roswell had to offer us.

And silly it was. What I had not noticed in the darkness of the early A.M. was that every third business had some sort of alien theme in their windows. And here are a few:







Sadly, some of my favorite shots did not come out (crappy little $20.00 camera!). The best displays were one of a Grey bride at a bridal shop and a band of Greys in front of a music store (with the mythologically erroneous moniker "The Pleiadians" on the kick drum), those were a stitch! I must assume that they don't leave these things up all year round. It would be interesting to see what this town is like when the tourists aren't here.

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