Where Is Wonderland Anyway. Karen Mueller Bryson

we can catch a peek at some aliens. At the very least, maybe we’ll see that hunky David Duchovny.”

      “You do realize he’s an actor and The X-Files isn’t real,” Lewis said.

      “Just go ahead and spoil all my fun.”

      “Besides I’ve seen my share of aliens in Miami.”

      “I’m not talking immigrants from another country, I’m talking about the ones from outer space.”

      “I’ll leave that decision up to Alice,” said Lewis.

      Seeing the King was one thing, hunting for spacemen was a bird of a different color. “I don’t know about searching for aliens,” I said.

      “Come on,” said Carol. “Don’t be a spoilsport. Let’s do it. Here, listen to this—” She started reading from the tour book. " For the ultimate in odd party atmosphere, check out the Roswell UFO Festival. The eerie entertainment includes a UFO Electric Light parade and an Alien Ball. And don’t forget to try the green beer. Come on, guys, we've got to go.”

      Even though I didn’t care too much about spacemen, I went along with the idea because it seemed so important to Carol. “I reckon it will be all right with me,” I said.

      “Great. It’s settled,” she said. “Roswell here we come.”

      “Graceland first,” said Lewis. “Then we’ll do Roswell and then the Grand Canyon.”

      “On donkeys,” said Carol.

      “Maybe,” said Lewis.

      When we stopped three hours later, we were on Elvis Presley Boulevard.