Roswell Expedition

Thursday April 8th, 1999

ROSWELL!!!!!! Oh Yea! Look out! The Chitown Boys have arrived!

Of course we wasted no time this morning getting to our first destination, The UFO Museum in the heart of downtown Roswell.

Inside we found a combination museum, art gallery, and gift shop that spared no expence in dishing out heaping gobs of alien products. We each rented a walkman for a guided tour of the exhibits which explained everything we were looking at.

Mike and I simply laughed to each other when we realized how much of this stuff we already knew. But that didn't stop us. We scoured the place soaking up every conspiritorial tidbit on the crash and walked away form it even more convinced that the Big Mac is indeed a good burger.

We thanked our hosts of the morning, Dave, Gladis and Dorithy for their hospitality and reminded them as always, "The truth is out there."

With still so much to see we stopped into a local clothing store where we modeled the latest brims.

Continuing down the main strip we decided to document the number of alien related stores there were in the town around us. Here is just a sample:

We decided to walk a little more, stopping in at a few local places to say hi and find some places to go. Little did we know how cool this town would be.

Our first stop as in at Ginsberg Music Co. where, John Escobedo and Fabian Romero still helped us out even after listening to Mike unmercifly strum away at several of their guitars. The helped us find a good place to eat and pointed us towards some good places to stop along the way. These guys are definately on the A-list and get a free plug. Visit Ginsberg Music Co. at Second and Main street in downtown Roswell.

After having a nice lunch at El Toro Bravo...

We went to make copies of our flyer at the All American Copier Co. Our innocent copying sesions led us to Robert Solis who was extreemly excited about our trip and drew us a map of some "off the beaten path" sights to see in Roswell. Tonight we are going to visit the very mysterious and tantalizing depths of the World War II missle silos. They are not open to the public which makes this trip even more exciting. He told us to bring some flashlights and some rope cause its a 12 story journey straight down. He recomends taking the stairs though, which we will be sure to do. Stay tuned for the pictures.

Once again, another A-list member joins the group. Visit Robert Solis, Conrad and Bill at All American Copier Co. Inc. on Main and Second, tell him CJ, Mike and Dave sent you!

Crazy ideas come and go. Some men do, some talk about doing, and some lick frogs. We are all of these wraped into one. Michael was looking for the perfect souvenier to remember his trip to the Alien capitol of the world. Michael wanted a 'Kundelenic Serpent'. In Hindu mithology the serpent resides in the base of the spine until the point of enlightenment when it rushes to the brain. After a few sketches Dave had the design.

While this was going on, CJ took his own journey thru the town taking pictures, working on the web site, and uploading the new content with the aid of Robert; the man "Making the copies!" AS Dave waited he worked on his own tatoo design that he titled "Star Child". He's saving up for it...

Off to Romero's tatoo to complete the process.

This, "...wasn't a painful procedure", according to Michael, "...just a little uncomfortable."

As soon as it had started, it was finnished and the final product turned out great. Hope you don't have any regrets!

Well Mike survived his tatooing experience without incident. Seeing as the skin on his back was puffy, tender and vounerable to infection, we went back to Target yet again to pick up some gauze, tape and Advil. Our favorite cashier Tammy greeted us once again with a welcoming insult as we entered. We quickly insulted her back and continued into the store. After a minor distraction playing with all of the action figure figures and causing quite a scene at one point when we donned Darth Vader helmets and danced about in song. Just to be a pain in the ass one more time for Tammy we dragged her out to the lot and made her pose for the the camera. She was more than cooperative as you can see.

After leaving Target, it was all buisness. It was silo time! We drove out to the desert around 11:00pm to find the tiny side road that would take us to the site. Finding the road was extremly difficult and using our mining lights strapped to our heads, we happened across it through blind luck.

After gearing up, we parked the car and climbed atop the massive pile of excavated sand which was removed for the silo and searched through the blackness of the night until we spoted a small structure in the distance. Assuring ourselves that noone was following us, we unlocked the safteys on our m-16's and rushed the silo. Expecting resistance we reached the gigantic silo doors guns blazing and grenades exploding. Realizing that no one was attacking us, we holstered our Rocket Launcher and chilled. Unfortunatly it seemed that we came just a few weeks to late, for the silo that had lay abandoned for decades was sealed off and in the process of being dismantled.

Our dissapointment at not being able to get inside was not total as we had a lot of fun exploring the grounds themselves which were littered with structures leading down into the ground. One enterence had been chisseled through so that you could see the entry ladder but only about 6" was accessable. Since we didn't bring our tub of lard, even C.J. had no nope of squeaking through.

Sadly we must say that our pictures of the silo adventure were mysteriously lost. It hasn't happened to any other pictures, so we must wonder...where did they go? Finord...

Silo, hunting has made us tired and just past midnight now into Friday we drive around aimlessly looking for sleeping accomidations. None of us wanted to drive much, and we never did get a camp site becuse we were just to darm busy to thinking about it we eventually found a suitable parking lot on off of second street that resembled a camp site. It was good timing because Dave had drifted into a thousand yard stare while driving which frankly scared us a little.

C.J.'s camp consisted of the front seat, as Mike an Dave threw their bags onto the prickly grass and sand. It's funny how fatigue really could care less where you sleep, cause it puched it to work only moments after the lighs whent out. C.J. and Dave stared at the stars which had just begun to peer out of the clouds long enough to catch a shooting star just before drifting into unconconsiousness. Thursday Ends and Friday is just about to begin.