From Mark Early one morning, while driving home from a job in Sarita, I saw what appeared to be a white plastic bag blowing in the wind. Thinking it would cross the road at any moment I slowed down. This "bag" began to take on the appearance of a jogger, jogging on the side of the highway at 2:00 or 3:00 am. White from the top of the head to the bottom of the feet, which never made contact with the pavement. I told my wife the story and she in turn told her Aunt. Her Aunt informed her that years ago a bus carrying track students had flipped over.
Posted on: Wed, 02 Oct 2013 18:16:19 +0000
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