Exposing The Golden Years: Neverending

Almost immediately, the event split into two stories. Either a weather balloon dropped to earth and smashed into pieces or we are not alone. Over 60 years later, I don’t need to tell you, by popular belief, which story became accepted as true and which story became accepted as a myth.

Lakewood has a group called Free UFO Video Show. I met Ray in July of 1974 and we immediately became friends. Twice a month we attended We Write of Colorado, a local writing group formed in 1968. Due to lack of interest, We Write met its demise in 2000.

Shortly there after, Ray introduced me to Mark and I began going with Ray to the Free UFO Video Show, a group that moved from restaurant to restaurant, looking for a home. About a year ago I split with the group and haven’t thought much about it since. Then, because of an article in the newspaper, I called Ray, he called me back and, misunderstanding the purpose of my call, thought I wanted to rejoin the UFO Video Show that had just entrenched itself in a Chinese restaurant near my townhouse.

So on the first Thursday in September, Ray picked me up and I was at the meeting. Things had changed. They had a bigger screen, DVD’s with more professional simulations of UFO incidences, and new people elaborating on stories that had evolved in the 60 plus years since the original crash story. But the most enduring saucer stories still came from DVD copies of Unsolved Mysteries narrated for almost 10 years by Robert Stack starting in 1988.

Now I haven’t seen a flying saucer or any of the numerous types of aliens that have evolved in the thousands of books that have been written. But I have to admit that in an old bookstore where I was volunteering between 2002 and 2006, there was a woman who entered the store, a woman who, to both the owner and I, didn’t fit into the category of human. When I looked at her, our eyes seemed to immediately lock while we talked for the next several minutes, me in my flat Midwest accent and she with an exotic accent enveloped in a pleasant tinkle of bells.

My thought was that she was some type of hybrid, basically human but with a hypnotic stare I had never before been subjected to. The next time I saw my oldest granddaughter, about 5 at the time, she leaned over to me and, with effort due to a stutter problem she can seem to rid herself of, repeated word for word what the hybrid had said just before she left the store.

I asked my granddaughter what she had just said and she repeated it a second time. So what do I think? Is my active imagination working overtime? Or is there a possibility that we are not alone?