I Want to Believe

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117311302012-01-14T14:53:13.310-05:00I Want to BelieveADVENTURES IN THE BRIDGEWATER TRIANGLEFox Mulderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03578238450021647900noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731130.post-1144697326122181322006-04-10T15:28:00.000-04:002006-04-10T15:41:37.733-04:00The Hitchhiker of Route 44: Fact or Fiction?

"There is no Redheaded Hitchhiker!" a Rehoboth police officer once told me as I stood in a cemetery not far from rural Route 44 late one night. "Go home! Don't you have anything better to do on a Saturday night?" My answer then was, "Sorry Officer, it's either this or I spend all night at home playing Playstation." That was two years ago and not much has changed in my life. I still spend a good

Fox Mulderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03578238450021647900noreply@blogger.com68tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731130.post-1113851497964577582005-04-18T14:28:00.001-04:002005-04-25T19:04:16.910-04:00What is the Bridgewater Triangle?

200 square miles of high strangeness jampacked with enough phantom lights, bizarre creatures, and ghastly apparitions to make Charles Fort cry.If you live in southeast Massachusetts and you consider yourself an amateur Egon Spengler, you're in for a treat. Originally defined by Fortean investigator Loren Coleman in his 1983 classic Mysterious America, the Bridgewater Triangle is probably the most

Fox Mulderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03578238450021647900noreply@blogger.com95tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731130.post-1113262125220996432005-04-11T19:06:00.000-04:002005-04-26T11:59:54.646-04:00A Kvetch about Spirit Photography

The most common form of spirit photography posted on the internet today generally falls under the umbrella of what folks in the paranormal world like to call orb phenomena. If you have even the slightest interest in ghost hunting or the supernatural you've probably seen scores of these little white orbs dotting images of supposedly haunted locales. Sometimes a single vibrant orb is captured,

Fox Mulderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03578238450021647900noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731130.post-1112470885423001062005-04-02T17:45:00.000-05:002005-04-25T19:43:13.976-04:00The Dreaded Swamp Gas of Old Hockomock

Most people my age spend their Saturday nights at dance clubs consuming copious amounts of alcohol while concocting nefarious plans to work their way into the pants of a member of the opposite sex. I spent last Saturday night in a swamp.I figured the best way to kick off my investigation into Fortean phenomena in the Bridgewater Triangle would be to start at its exact center, and its apparent

Fox Mulderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03578238450021647900noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11731130.post-1112064015624603442005-03-29T00:29:00.000-05:002005-04-25T19:55:42.890-04:00Mission Statement

Don't let my website's name fool you. I'm no Fox Mulder.I don't partake in clandestine meetings with shadowy informants in underground parking garages. I'm not under surveillance. I'm pretty sure no one's tapping my phones. I've never observed an unidentified flying object in the night sky. I've never been at the mercy of an extraterrestrial's anal probe. And I most certainly have never wrestled

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