I moved to Kalamazoo from Flint in August of 2002 while attending Western Michigan University. On weekends, I would drive back Sunday mornings to Flint to play organ at my church, have lunch with my family, and then I would drive back to Kalamazoo in the evenings. One particular evening in February of 2003, I went to my mom's house after lunch and hung out for a while. My mom advised me that there was a snow storm coming, and to call her when I got home, so that she'd know I was okay. I left the house just a few minutes after 6 pm, and headed west on I-69. I decided I would get off at M-43 in the Lansing area, which runs pretty much straight to Kalamazoo (turning into 343 closer to town) - that way, I could avoid the freeway if weather became inclement. As soon as I hit the exit ramp, it began to snow - blizzard style. I thought to myself how convenient it was that I just got off the freeway, and wouldn't have to deal with the congestion that would surely await on I-94. As I approached the stop sign at the end of the ramp, I saw what looked to me like a deer standing in the middle of the road. Except, it wasn't 'deer colored.' It was practically glowing, a subtle neon blue. I blinked a few times, but it didn't disappear. I waited for a couple seconds, and it started to wander off to the opposite side of the road, in no hurry, before disappearing into the trees. I don't know about you - but I had never seen a neon blue deer before. I chalked it up to the light from my headlights reflecting off the snow or something, and I turned towards Kalamazoo and started my way down the road. To be succinct - the roads became terrible, quickly. The snow piled up, and the closer I got to Kalamazoo, the more had already fallen. It was maybe thirty minutes onto M-43 that I realized I wasn't seeing any traffic. I mean - ANY - traffic. No cars, no snowplows, etc. Aside from streetlights, I also wasn't noticing any lights on in people's houses. I was driving maybe 30 or 40 mph at the fastest, taking my time and trying to avoid sliding off the road. When 43 splits off to 343, I began to notice traffic again, and lights on in the houses. Eventually, I pulled up to my driveway, and went inside to hang with the roommates. Now. I had listened to a couple cassette tapes in their entirety on the way home. "Lateralus" by Tool, and "Boingo" by Oingo Boingo. The combined running length of these two albums is a little over 150 minutes. After Boingo finished, I was close enough to K-zoo that I figured starting another album wouldn't be necessary, so I switched to 107.7 WRKR and heard probably four or five tunes on that station before reaching my house. All in all, I figured it had taken me about three hours (maybe a little more) to get home. When I walked in the house, I went to the phone immediately to call my mom. The phone call went something like this. Mom: Hello? Me: Hi! Mom: Where are you? Me: Home. Mom: ...in Kalamazoo? Me: ...yyyyeeesss??? Mom: How fast were you going? Me: I took it nice and slow. I got off at M-43 and it started snowing, so I made sure to be extra careful. Mom: ...Jonathan...do you know what time it is? (Now, at this point, I'm already getting the heebie jeebies. I realized I hadn't really looked at the clock in the van, but glancing at the microwave, it read 7:43.) Me: ...is it almost 8? Mom: Yes - you made the drive in an hour and a half. After a bit more conversation, I ended up telling her that I actually took the freeway, and had to apologize for speeding that I never did, and a promise to slow down in the future. After the call, I went out to the van - the clock in my van read 9:20. According to my van, it took a little over three hours to get home. According to my mom (who corroborated the time I left) and my roommates (who corroborated the time I got there), it took about one and a half hours. The only explanation that makes sense (even though it sounds crazy) is that somewhere between Lansing and Kalamazoo, I hit a time slip. It was heralded by that neon blue deer, and that's why I didn't see any cars for like an hour and a half.