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including, of course, the ufo museum and research center, home to everything alien or government cover-up, including the so-called roswell incident. in case you are not familiar with this story, here it is. on july 4, 1947, a rancher outside of roswell noticed something crash land onto his fields. he went out, collected some samples, and took it into town when he went in the next day. he gave it to the sheriff, who gave it to the air force base, who then claimed that it was a weather balloon. in addition, they took the sheriff into custody as well as the rancher within the next few days, and cordoned off the 'crash site.' witnesses have since claimed that in addition to the strange metal, three small bodies in the now familiar alien shape were carted off to the base. all of this stuff was then sent to another base in dallas, but by the time it got there it 'mysteriously' turned into a weather balloon. since about the 6th, newspapers in roswell, and then around the country were reporting on the aliens crash and the government coverup. it went on for a while, with the military acting suspiciously, the government denying everything, and the media hyping up the alien theory.
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after the museum i bought t-shirts from my dad and brother (get excited!), walked around a little more, and then went to a shop called the pecos valley winery. i sat down at the bar and saw a tap with an alien on top. turns out it was called the alien amber ale, so of course that was what i ordered. i spent the next two house talking to the bartender and the other customers who came in as they got off work. they were all great, and there is nothing like talking to a bunch of people when you're on the road by yourself. on my way back to my car at the visitor's center i noticed this mural on a half-block sized park in the middle of town--it's things like this that make me love small-town america. not that roswell is particuarly small.
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