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Keith Manies
In the summer of 1985, I was working for the Kansas Dept. of Transportation doing traffic studies at the intersections of remote rural highways. It was a dull job, but it afforded me some time to read and earn some money for college.
One particular hot July afternoon, I found myself doing a traffic study overlooking the Smokey Hill river valley in west central Kansas. It had been a rather uneventful day. All of a sudden I heard a very high pitched noise akin to electonic feedback. My first reaction was to turn down the car radio, which I did to no avail. The irratating_sound seemed to come from the back of the vehicle, so I got out to investigate.
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In the summer of 1985, I was working for the Kansas Dept. of Transportation doing traffic studies at the intersections of remote rural highways. It was a dull job, but it afforded me some time to read and earn some money for college.
One particular hot July afternoon, I found myself doing a traffic study overlooking the Smokey Hill river valley in west central Kansas. It had been a rather uneventful day. All of a sudden I heard a very high pitched noise akin to electonic feedback. My first reaction was to turn down the car radio, which I did to no avail. The irratating_sound seemed to come from the back of the vehicle, so I got out to investigate.
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