Unidentified

I see UFOs all the time. I'm pretty sure they are mostly airplanes or birds, but they're too far away for me to see very well or I'm just not paying very close attention to them, therefore they are unidentified. I've also seen unidentified walking objects, unidentified rolling objects, and even unidentified objects that just sat there not doing much at all. Just so longs they don't bother me I don't really give them much thought. The problem is that everyone seems to jump to a conclusion as to what they believe UFOs are, be it alien spacecraft, time travelers, government skunkworks or natural phenomena. It's all purely conjecture, so to argue about them is no different than arguing about how many angels can dance on the head of a pin. I don't fucking care!

Now, for the fun stuff. I've always wondered what would happen to all those overpriced, shoddily-built tract homes sprouting up from old hay fields in the exurbs when their occupants couldn't keep up with the payments.

In the Franklin Reserve neighborhood of Elk Grove, Calif., full of subdivisions with half-million dollar homes, homeowners are fighting inner-city problems like gangs, drugs, theft and graffiti.

During the boom, the suburb just south of Sacramento sprouted 10,000 homes in four years, attracting investors from the San Francisco area. Now many houses stand empty, weeds overtaking lawns, signs lining the street: "Bank Repo," "For Rent," "No trespassing -- bank owned property." A typical home's value has dropped from about $570,000 to the low $400,000s.

Ahhhh, suburban blight.