Albey Jenkins Day

That there’s the oldest trick in the book. You never want to talk on the phone when it’s Albey Jenkins Day.Welcome to Albey, a small town in Central Utah. The sidewalk only runs for about seven blocks or so. No traffic lights, but it sports a fine set of four-way stop signs at the intersection of Center and Main. To be honest with you, there ain’t much happening on a typical day in Albey—unless, of course, you happen to be in town when it’s Albey Jenkins Day.Every town has its secrets, but I doubt many of them can hold a candle to Albey when it comes to such things. There’s no telling when it will happen. It’s not like it’s on a set timer or anything. Albey Jenkins Day comes around when it’s darned good and ready. You know it’s getting close when somebody spots the vanishing hitchhiker. Sometimes there will even be a talking baby omen. When you hear about the signs, you know it’s time to prepare because when it comes, things are going to get darned peculiar.There are two types of folks when it comes to Albey Jenkins Day. The first are the people who can’t seem to handle the idea of things not behaving in the polite, scientifically-appropriate manner. Those folks tend to leave town for the day. The other kind of person is one who recognizes there are things in this world that science can’t explain. They might not be right comfortable with it, but they adapt, roll with it. It can actually be a little fun if you can suspend everyday logic and just go with it.What you’re going to have to decide for yourself, dear reader, is which type of person are you?

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