Lots of Work today...so here's a story from my guy.

My Crop Circle.
“Signs,” a movie with that Mel Gibson fellow about crop circles, starts this weekend. In1992, I built my own crop circle. I was living on anacre in East Hampton, and cut the grass weekly with ariding mower. That was fun. It took about an hour andhalf to do the acre, and I used the interim as“thinking time”—there wasn’t much else to do. One timeI was thinking about the slew of crop circles thatwere appearing in U.K. farm fields that summer, and I thought, I’m gonna make my own. I went to the far backcorner of the lot, which was sort of shielded by agrove of trees—I had let this small portion of grass“go to meadow.” I drove into the middle of thisunmowed patch (with blade disengaged, natch), andproceeded to circle outward from the center, cuttingthe tall grass down to size. Soon, I had a circle thatwas about 20 feet in diameter. I had made a cropcircle.I loved my crop circle, but it was kindanondescript—it was nothing like the beautiful designsin the English countryside. So, I decided to make TheOne Stone Henge. I found a rock in the stone wall thatwas about the size and shape of a toilet seat cover,similar to the “heel stone” at Stonehenge. I made asmall trench in the center of the circle and plantedthe rock in it. Presto! Instant pagan worship site. Iwould go out at night and dance around the stone nakedunder the moonlight (NOT!).I cared for the circle all summer, carefully enteringinto it with blade up so as to keep a buffer of tallgrass around it. Apparently the neighbors took noticeof the construction, and being the big Christians thatthey were, suspiciously asked my wife at the time whatthe circle “was used for.” She told them I was an“artist” (I’m not) and that the circle was an“installation”. Ha. Good answer.Toward the end of August, we went away for theweekend, and my brother-in-law stayed at the housewhile we were away. Imagine my dismay upon our returnthat he had cut the grass. The dumbbell mowed everyinch of the yard—including the buffer surrounding thecrop circle. I think he did it at the urging of mymother-in-law, another fanatical Christian. I wantedto murderlize him. Shoot, I never even took a photo ofthe thing. As far as the “real” circles go, I believethat they are all man-made and “aliens” and “universalnature energy” have nothing to do with them. Some ofthem are really quite beautiful, and I admire thosehoaxsters and artists who make them.