Hammer Is a Word: One Man's Plight on 9/11 and Beyond

Late one evening in the fall of 2005, just twenty minutes outside of Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island, a thirty-seven-year-old man takes a break from Coldplay to go outside his trailer on a farmer's field only to find out he is not alone.

There was something floating a mere hundred feet or so just above him.

It was the classic case of alien visitation, only there was nothing to suggest it was actually alien . . . just alien to him. Indeed it looked more like an Area 51 project gone astray.

There were two of them, both identical and jet-black except for lights, extremely stealthy looking and totally silent.

It wouldn't be the last time Mr. Anderson would come face-to-face with the paranormal.

Something about their behavior seemed to be telling him that it was just "e;somebody's mistake"e; and to just go back inside the house and forget he had seen anything . . . trouble was . . . he didn't forget! He starts to wonder about his French speaking skills.

Next morning he awoke to Sarah McLachlan's rendition of Black Bird.