"...UFO in da family"

There was that stuff my brother John ran into the week he got back from Vietnam. He was driving up the N.Y. State Thruway in the middle of the bleeping night going to our summer cabin to chill out. Having been in combat a week before this was sort of understandable.

( Btw note that working class folks could afford summer cabins back in the day,...a lost world indeed.)

Well just like in them grade "Z" movies some blob of rainbow lights buzzes the car then the battery goes dead. So there's my dear brother fresh from war with a fucking UFO circling him. That, and dad's new 1970 Buick dead as a door nail. ...Swell huh.

Eventually Gort, and Kang get tired of fucking with him, and split straight up at a zillion mph. The Buick comes back to life so like any sensible G.I. John gets the fuck out of there. He makes an illegal U-turn over the divide, and heads back to Brooklyn...where it's safe. Eh,...relative to Planet X.