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Time Travel

I was walking the dogs yesterday evening when the storm hit. I didn't think it was going to be a huge rainstorm, but it turned out the rain came down in buckets. There wasn't much to do except get drenched ... there is one advantage to being bald -- no wet hair. I tell you this by way of excuse because if it wasn't pouring down rain, I would have taken a picture with my new Motorola Q; but I didn't want to get it wet so soon after getting it.

The street ... it isn't really a street any more, but it used to be a street that passed under the Superior Viaduct, a stone bridge that spanned the Cuyahoga River, built in 1878, and torn down in 1913, part of which still stands on the west side of the river and is home to luxury condos and apartments and artsy places. So, the street is made of stones in the shape of bricks, worn by age and use. It is not even a dedicated street, has not been open to vehicular traffic for many, many years, and dead ends into the bridge built to replace the viaduct.

As I was walking the dogs up the Superior Hill from the park on the east side of the river ... and as I said, it was a torrential downpour that caused a lot of flooding, otherwise, I would have taken a picture ... I noticed something sticking out from between two of the stones that made up the ancient roadway. Well, maybe it isn't an ancient roadway, not like the roads in Italy, which are really, really ancient; but it is a relatively recent ancient roadway that isn't even in use anymore.

And let me tell you this: I'm as skeptical about these things as the next guy, but I find that I'm convinced now ... I saw something ... it was a copper-colored top of a copper-and-black Duracell battery, some black showing with a "D" printed on it, sticking out between two paving stones. It was all beat up, like it had been there for many, many years, but it was unmistakably a Duracell battery.

This, dear reader, is proof that time travel is a real phenomenon. Obviously, a traveler through time lost the battery, either through a hole in his or her pocket or when changing the AA batteries in a flashlight or hand-held computer or time-displacement device and didn't pick it up, maybe because he or she was on the Viaduct and it fell to the pavement below.

And the Duracell battery has remained there for a century or more stuck between the paving stones, only to be discovered by a man walking his three dogs in a rain storm in the 21st Century. It's hard to believe. It sent shivers up and down my spine ... but that may have been because the rain was kind of cold and I was wearing only a T-shirt, but nonetheless, I am convinced that time travel is not only possible, but has been accomplished ... you know, like in Star Trek, the one in which Bones was drug-crazed and went through the time portal and ended up with Jackie Collins and Kirk fell in love with her and then she was hit by a car and killed so that the Nazis wouldn't take over the world ... you know, like that. Sort of. Like that. Maybe a little different. But like that, I guess. You know, time travel.

Posted by Bill at June 28, 2006 03:04 PM