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Maggie


MAGGIE,

by Roger Fritz, 9-9-02


One night I was staying at a tavern in Idaho, a big old place made of huge logs. I was on the road a lot in those days, campaigning out of Montana for a save-the-computer group, so I looked for out-of-the-way places to stay. I was in the dining room, and this woman came in, nice woman, attractive. We wound up talking the evening away by this big pottery stove they had. They were famous for their spiced cider.
Turned out she was the manager of a local hot-springs. She'd grown up in Oregon in the '90s, and she was in Texas going to programming school when the bombing started. She was part of the group that commandeered an airliner and flew to Idaho, you probably heard it on the news.
Anyway, this woman, Maggie her name was, turned out she was there when the first saucer came down. She was only ten miles from the Clearing, or what later became the Clearing. And she got even closer before they cordoned the whole area off. She saw the big saucer liquify the top of the mountain, and she said the odd thing was that while it was happening, she couldn't get her eyes to focus.
They never believed in Idaho the Galactic Wars were real. But they jumped right in and made money off the arms buildup just like everybody else. Oh, not as much as the aliens did, of course. Nobody made as much as the aliens did.

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