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Subject: A'Le'Inn.
This morning before Matthew Williams took off for the Groom Lake area I
suggested to him that he drop by A'Le'Inn while he was down there. He said
that he planned to do just that. Here is some information about that area
and I think maybe some of it is stretching the truth but at least it will
be telling you something about the area. Here we go........................
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WATERING HOLE IS OUT OF THIS WORLD!
Space aliens hang out at Nevada bar
Rachel, Nev. - The Little A'Le'Inn may not look like much, but the dusty
pub in the middle of the Nevada desert is one of the most fascinating places
on the planet - because it's the only bar on Earth where space aliens come to
wet their whistles!
Local folk who frequent the tiny tavern hardly bat an eye these days when
a visitor from some faraway solar system strolls in and plops down at a corner
table.
"Some of these spacemen look pretty strange, but some of them look so
much like us you'd never know they weren't human if they didn't act so odd,"
says easygoing Joe Travis, who runs the remote roadhouse with his wife Pat.
"The other day one of 'em came in and sat right over there by the slot
machine for 12 hours. The entire time, he never said anything, never ate
anything - never drank anything - and never even went to the bathroom.
"Then, when closing time came he just got up, walked out the door and
disappeared. We didn't make a nickel off that guy."
But more often, the A'Le'Inn's interplanetary patrons grab a bite to eat and
something to drink before zooming off into the sunset. And they pay their
tab with crisp green bills.
"I don't know wkere they get their money, but I'm glad they've got it,"
Pat Travis says. "There are hardly enough real people around here to keep
this place open."
Through Earthlings are scarce, UFO experts say there are more E.T.s
strolling around this sleepy hamlet north of Las Vegas than anyplace else on
Earth, thanks to a constant stream of starship traffic in and out of nearby
Nellis Air Force Base.
Researechers swear the Pentagon is doing more that testing super-
sophisticated warplanes at Nellis. They say it's also conducting tests on
captured alien spaceships stowed in hangars at the base - and meeting on the
sly with the occupants of countless UFOs that zip in and out of Nellis every
day.
And when the top-secret meeting are over, it seems, the E.Ts often head
for the Little A'Le"Inn (pronounced A-Lee-Inn) to unwind.
"You never know when they're going to pop in and you never know what
they're going to look like when they do," insists Pat Travis. "But they
pretty much keep to themsleves, and our regulars just leave them alone. This
is a real friendly place."
And the enterprising Travises, who bought the inn six years ago, keep it
friendly by making sure their customers feel right at home - no matter
what planet they hail from.
"Earthings Welcome" proclaims a sign outside the front door of the
converted trailer. And a few feet away, another sign invites UFO crews to
come in and quaff a few.
A wooden replica of a flying saucer sits outside the bar and a papier-
mache alien's head is perched atop the jukebox. The restaurant's favorite
offering is the Alien Burger - made from unmutilated cattle - and the bar's
best-selling drink is a concoction called the Beam Me Up, Scotty.
But despite the firvolous trappings, those aliens snooping around Rachel
are no joke to the cowpokes, ranchhands and assorted good ol' boys who
belly up to the A'Le'Inn bar every day at dusk.
"A lot of our customers have been abducted by aliens," Pat Travis says.
"Around here, nobody kids them about it."
And Pat herself issits an invisible creature from another world has been
her constant companion for months.
"Three psychics have told us that beings we can't see are present in this
bar, and one of them is with me all the time," she says. "We call him
Archibald and he's been a good friend."
One day recently, the unsuspecting lady was barreling down Highway 375
when Archibald's voice sounded out loud and clear.
"He told me, 'Pat, slow this car down!' I slowed down from 65 miles per
hour to 35 and suddenly there were two big black bulls in the highway right
in front of me. If he hadn't warned me, I'd have been killed for sure.
"So around here nobody laughts about space aliens. One of them saved my
life."
JW Well I don't know about that.
Source Of Information: WEEKLY WORLD NEWS May, 17, 1994.
John Winston.