From the June 3 issue of The Banner, a local
Last Saturday, the 30th of May, our town experienced the largest traffic
jam in years, and it was not because of a snow storm. Eyewitness
accounts are in good agreement of what happened.
Apparently a man walked to the intersection of Yonge Street and
Mackenzie Drive. He stood at the northwest corner of the intersection
for some time. It was a bright, sunny day. Traffic was fairly heavy but
moving along well. Here is a description by Wayne Harbinger of the
sequence of events. Harbinger was working at the time at the gas station
across the road:
“About ten minutes to three a customer drove in. I went out to pump the
gas. We are still one of the old fashioned places where you get service
at no extra cost. I put the nozzle of the hose into the neck of the gas
tank and set it for the automatic shut-off. Then I went around the front
of the car to clean the windshield. By chance I happened to look across
“Suddenly there were some huge trees on the large vacant lot on the
southwest corner of Yonge Street and Mackenzie Drive. The man who had
been standing on the northwest corner sprinted across the busy road
against the red light right into the path of the cars and trucks going
along Mackenzie Drive. There was the sound of honking horns and
“A big transport came barreling down Mackenzie Drive. The driver had the
loudest air horn I have ever heard. And then the trailer jack-knifed.
The tailgate flipped open and a flood of live chickens spilled out onto
the road. There must have been thousands of birds running all over the
“As mysteriously as they had appeared the huge trees vanished again. And
the man was gone as well. A police car had been waiting at the red light
on Yonge Street. The two occupants now got out and ran over to the
Apparently there was no property damage to any of the vehicles. It took
police and volunteers over four hours to recapture most of the birds.
Yonge Street and Mackenzie Drive were closed until almost eight o’clock
in the evening in all four directions.
From the August 12 issue of The Banner, a local weekly newspaper:
As you probably know privacy laws prohibit the owner, manager or
superintendent of an apartment building to enter a rented suite without
the renter’s consent. Therefore on the 6th of August His Honor, Judge
Philip Mandrake of the County Court, Civil Division, granted a request
made by Superintendent George Marshall, to enter the apartment of a
certain Carl Kester. Mr. Kester has not been seen since last May 30th
From the August 19th issue of The Banner, a local weekly newspaper:
Last Thursday, the 13th of August, Superintendent George Marshall
entered the apartment of Carl Kester who has not been seen for several
months. Also in attendance were Constable Mark Wheeler of the police
department and Abigail Matthews of this newspaper. The apartment was
neat and tidy. On the kitchen table we found an envelope addressed to
Mr. Marshall. It contained a notice saying that Mr. Kester did not
intend to renew the lease when it expired at the end of November, and
three hundred dollars to cover miscellaneous expenses Mr. Marshall might
incur in getting the suite ready for new tenants. We also found a typed
manuscript which at first glance appeared to be a record of Mr. Kester’s
The police is now investigating the disappearance of Mr. Kester.
From the August 26th issue of The Banner, a local weekly newspaper:
The police have been unable to resolve the enigma of Mr. Kester’s
disappearance. They now believe that it was Carl Kester who caused the
traffic jam last May 30th at the intersection of Yonge Street and
Mackenzie Drive. Eyewitnesses claim to have seen a person answering
Kester’s description standing at the northwest corner of the
intersection. They claim to have seen him running across the busy road
and disappear among the trees which suddenly loomed at the edge of
Mackenzie Drive. Several people snapped pictures of the phenomenon
before the jungle disappeared again. Tw o different leaves were also
In an interview Professor Gaskin, who is dean of the Department of
Botany at the university, said that neither he nor any of the scientists
working in his department have been able to identify any of the plants
depicted on several excellent color photographs. In fact he has never
seen trees and bushes like the ones portrayed on the pictures. The two
leaves were also closely examined.
Upon being pressed for a comment he stated that the cell patterns of the
leaves and their molecular structure are completely alien to anything
existing on Earth and that he did not wish to speculate on where they
might have originated.
Sequel to Across the Threshold
THE SAURIAN AFFAIR
“I am a liaison officer, not crew!” Scully glared at the first officer.
“You cannot order me around! You have no jurisdiction over me!”
“Everybody on this ship is crew. That includes you. And you will take
part in all drills, the same as everybody else.” Kester glared back at
the liaison officer. At that moment he knew that their mission was
doomed to failure. How could the admiralty have made such a blunder?
“We shall see about that!” Griselda Scully stretched herself to her full
height. Her mouth was drawn into a thin line, her lips pressed together.
“Aye, that we shall” Carl Kester shrugged. “Lieutenant,” he added, the
pause being just long enough to let her lesser rank sink in. For a
moment he stared at the woman in front of him, his eyes cold and
Griselda Scully shrank back, consternation written all over her face.
“I am a medical practitioner,” she said at last. “That relieves me of
any duties concerned with the ship’s maintenance. You have no legal
power or authority over me.” Suddenly her face took on a smug
expression, “I don’t know why I waste my time arguing with you.”
“You are a lieutenant on a patrol vessel. Nothing more. Yo u also happen
to have some medical skills for which a need may or may not arise. When
the time arrives that your skills as a liaison officer are required you
will be exempted from all other shipboard duties. Until then you are
crew. You are afforded no special status. I suggest that you peruse your
Carl Kester slowly turned around and began walking towards the bridge.
“I shall appeal to the captain,” Scully shouted after him.
Kester halted, half swiveling around. “That is entirely your
prerogative, Lieutenant.” Then he resumed his walk.
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