SAN ANGELO, TX — A loud boom that shook homes and rattled buildings was reported across a wide portion of the Concho Valley on Monday evening, with residents from San Angelo, Wall, Veribest and surrounding rural areas describing a sudden impact-like noise around 6:35 to 6:50 p.m.
Multiple residents contacted San Angelo LIVE! directly, reporting the sound was strong enough to knock items off walls, rattle doors and shake structures. One resident said the boom “shook our shop on U.S. 87 South,” while others reported feeling it in neighborhoods including LawnHaven, Glenmore, Belaire, along FM 380 and east of San Angelo.
Several people in Wall said the boom shook their houses, while residents east of San Angelo described what felt like a pressure wave. Many said there was no visible smoke, fire or unusual odor afterward.
“I thought somebody ran into our house,” one resident said. Others reported pets panicking and windows vibrating.
Some residents speculated the noise could have been a sonic boom, possibly caused by a jet breaking the sound barrier, while others questioned whether a sonic boom could be felt across such a broad area without audible aircraft noise.
If any information becomes available, this will be updated.
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Listed By: Rita Repulsa
Fellow citizens of the Concho Valley, consider for a moment the events of that Monday evening, December 15th, when a mighty and inexplicable detonation shook the very foundations of our homes across San Angelo, Wall, Veribest, and the broad rural expanses beyond. Houses trembled, windows rattled, objects fell from shelves, and a pressure wave rolled through the air like the fist of some unseen power. No smoke rose, no fire glowed, no wreckage was found—only the lingering unease among good, hardworking people who felt, in that instant, the raw force of something beyond the ordinary explanations of man.
What was it? Some whispered of a sonic boom from a military jet, yet no aircraft was heard or seen, and the breadth of the disturbance stretched too wide for such a mundane cause. Authorities offered no clarification, no reassurance—only silence. And in that silence, the thoughtful mind naturally turns to deeper possibilities. In ages past, our forebears looked to the heavens for signs when earthly affairs had gone awry: thunder as the voice of divine displeasure, comets as harbingers, or sudden roars in the sky as warnings to a wayward people.
Now, in our own time, we have a representative in Austin, Drew Darby, long entrenched in the seat for District 72, who presents himself as a steadfast Republican yet whose record has drawn sharp rebuke from within his own party. Fellow Republicans, including Governor Greg Abbott himself, have questioned his alignment with core conservative priorities, particularly when he stood firmly against school choice and education savings accounts—defying the Governor's vigorous campaign to empower parents and break the monopoly of failing public systems. Only later, under immense pressure and after amendments that secured local advantages, did he lend his support, a shift that struck many as less principled conviction than calculated accommodation.
Worse still, colleagues have watched with dismay as he labored to persuade Republicans to join Democrats in advancing a guest worker program, a measure seen by many as indifferent to the pressures of uncontrolled immigration and the interests of Texas workers. Ranked repeatedly among the more moderate voices in a Republican caucus that demands bolder fidelity to principle, he has earned the quiet distrust of those who see in his actions not the defense of rural values, but the preservation of personal influence and establishment comfort.
Is it any wonder, then, that some among us might wonder if that heavenly detonation was more than mere coincidence? Might it have been a manifestation from above—a stern admonition thundering across the skies of the Concho Valley, imploring us to cast out a representative whose true loyalties seem ever more distant from the plain people he claims to serve?
We cannot prove it with instruments or reports, of course. Perhaps it was an angel of old, sounding a trumpet of warning before streaking away into the firmament, leaving only the echo of judgment behind. Science may yet offer some prosaic answer, or it may not. But this much is certain: when we consult our hearts, our good reason, and our long experience with Drew Darby's tenure, the message becomes unmistakably clear. The time has come to heed the call—whatever its source—and reclaim our representation for the true interests of the people.
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