You're alone in your car, nearing the quiet outskirts of the city.  You bump along an only moderately busy boulevard that parallels a fishing hole on the Mississippi River.  Suddenly, you spot these huge, only vaguely familiar objects decorating a hill on your right.  You immediately pull off the road and dash toward this surreal tableaux with your camera.  It is a serene and eerie space...

You cannot settle your mind on what these spooky objects are.  Yet, you're drawn closer... and closer with your camera.  This place is part art gallery, part cemetery.   No, it's rather like standing on the grounds of Stonehenge. 

 In the distance, beyond a broken fence, you spot more of these peculiar things strewn about, on their sides.   You duck under and enter the yard.  Walking through so many weeds, you hope you don't encounter a snake...

Your imagination has gone into over-drive.  These weird, abandoned things remind you of discarded space capsules.  No: "The Invasion of the Body Snatchers!"  God, you'll die right here if one of these "pods" pops!  You should really leave now...

You hear a rustle.  You catch a glimpse of someone.  Not a space alien, not a zombie, but a human.  You think....

You think:  Why did I leave my cellphone in the car?  Foolishly, you keep focusing your camera...

... Four shots later, you look up from the camera, startled:  Someone is walking toward you in this desolate junkyard.  You want to run, but don't want to appear silly.  You realize you could easily be robbed -- or worse -- right here, right now.  Why, dear God, are you still just standing here?!  Too egotistical to show your fear?

You're looking the stranger in the strange place dead in the eyes.  Awww hell:  He looks like Dr. Lechter!!!  You give him the once-over, looking for evidence of a gun.  A hatchet.  A nice chianti, fava beans.

As greeting, the sand-soiled Dr. Lechter asks if you're taking photos of the sunflowers.  You say, "No I'm taking pictures of...  So what are you doing out here?" 

Dr. Lechter stops three feet in front of you...  He informs you that he owns this "place," says he bought it for $7 million.  You don't buy it; you test him.  "Oh really?" you say.  "So what are these things?"

"What do they look like?" he asks, testing you back.  You cannot tell him the truth: "Zombie pods!"  So you mumble something goofy about milk containers. 

"They're cement mixers," Dr. Lechter says, matter of factly.  You glance around at the alien body pods, confused.  "You're in Cement Land!" he exclaims -- as if it says "Disney" on the door.

He says so long and ambles away.  Having an old friend for dinner?, you wonder.