posted on Jan, 23 2011 @ 09:07 AM
I don't think this really relates to time travel, but a weird experience my buddy and I had on December 26, 2005.
We'd left the city we live in, Glasgow, KY, to travel 70 miles east to the city of Monticello, KY for a one-day high school basketball invitational.
He and I were football coaches, and it was going to be one of our last opportunities to watch some of our senior football players play basketball for
the school we coached at. The game was to start at 4 pm, so we left around 2:00 to make the drive across state highway 90. The games were running a
bit late, and by the time our's was over, it was nearly 7:00pm.
We started on our way back home. About halfway between Glasgow and Monticello is the small town of Burkesville, where my buddy's family is from and
he spent several years growing up. It's the only incorporated city we would be passing through on our drive back. As we near Burkesville, he
mentioned stopping to eat, and we decided we'd eat at the Subway in Burkesville. We get there around 7:30, eat, use the restroom, and get started on
our way back home.
From Burkesville to Glasgow is a straight drive west on Ky highway 90. On the way, there are 4 unincorporated townships you pass through. They are
Marrowbone, Beaumont, Summer Shade and Eighty-eight; in that order as you're due west. Some folks may call these townships speed traps, as they are
short stretches of highway where the speed limit drops from 55 to 35 for a mile or two. Of the four townships, only Marrowbone and Summer Shade have a
gas station, bank, street lights, or similar reasons to be 'lit up'. Marrowbone is about 6 miles outside Burkesville.
One of the seniors who'd played that night had gotten a basketball scholarship and as we got back on the road from Subway, we were discussing how
hard he trained to improve himself during his years in high school. My buddy was telling me about seeing him run around the track with a parachute on
his back during the spring when he stopped mid-sentence. I looked at him to see why he'd stopped and he looked back and said "Where's
Marrowbone?!" I could tell there was a sense of urgency in his voice, not panic, but he was obviously disturbed. I replied that it was "on up the
road". Remember, he'd lived in the area where we were for several years, and because he had family here, he'd driven those road a lot. "No it
isn't," he said "we're past it- but we didn't drive through it". I agreed with him that we hadn't driven through it, as we would have noticed
the street lights, the bright lights of the gas station, and the 35 mph speed limit signs. I thought in the dark he was just mistaken about where we
were, and I told him so. "No, I know where we are," he told me, "and we've already passed Marrowbone."
As a former truck driver, I have a habit of looking at the clock when I get inside a vehicle to start off somewhere. Truckers have to log everything
they do by time, and that became such a habit that I would do it whether in my truck or not. I told him I'd looked at the clock as we pulled out of
Subway and it had shown 8:02, and it was now only 8:07. Marrowbone is 6 miles west of Burkesville, and with our speod of 55-60 mph, we hadn't had
enough time to reach Marrowbone, much yet pass through it.
That made him even more agitated. His voice rose as he asked me if I was sure it was 8:02. I replied that yes, I was sure, and I was. Still am to this
day. He said it couldn't have been, because there wasn't enough time elapsed for us to be where we were. I was in the process of telling him that I
still believed he was mistaken about where we were, as we passed a sign which stated that we were in an area known as Willow Shade- which is 6 or 8
miles past Marrowbone. I immediately shut up. He said "See! I told you we were past it-" Then he stopped. "We haven't been gone from Burkesville
nearly long enough to be here," he said, a bit somberly. I agreed. We rode for a mile or so without speaking. I can't speak for him, but in my mind
I was going over everything we'd talked about. We hadn't been on the road long enough to be here, we hadn't had a lull in conversation to make us
miss going through there. How could this be?
He broke the silence, kind of jokingly and mentioned that "wouldn't it be weird if we got home and our whole lives were changed?" I laughed,
"yeah, it would". We went on with that thought and talked about "what if it were years later" and how everything could be different, like in the
movie flight of the navigator. He mentioned something about his wife having remarried. We laughed it off, I think mainly because it was a little too
creepy to really discuss for either of us. He dropped me off at home, and went on to his house.
I had to work the next day. After work as I was heading home, he called me and asked if I would come by his house. I could tell his voice didn't
sound right, and I said sure. When I got there, he was sitting in his car. I opened the passenger door and looked inside. I could tell he was very
upset. He'd came in the previous evening, after dropping me off, and found a dear John letter stuck to the door. His wife had left him. She gave no
reason, and he didn't even know she was unhappy. They'd just bought this house, because she wanted it They'd had a great Christmas together and
had plans together for the upcoming week. His wife at that time is also my first cousin. To this day, nobody knows why she left. She won't tell
anyone. They never even had cross words between them. Anytime she talks about it, she just states that she had to change her life, but won't say why
or in what way or anything.
He and I still wonder to this day what happened that night. We've since measured the distance from the point in the road where we last remember being
to the point where he was where Marrowbone was. It's a little over 6 miles.