Early Years When I was ten years old in 1967, still remember the sheer enjoyment, sense of wonder attained by reading the latest Gospel about UFO’s. The Blue Book Project, A Case for UFO’s, new publications surfacing monthly. At the time I read Von Daniken’s accounts of pre-civilization alien agendas.
A race, advanced beyond our wildest imagination. Beaming an impression that they are not of composition or mentally structured to empathize with our plight. The expansive landing zones, etched into the countryside of various locals, only served to peak my imagination.
It seemed like every week there were sightings, pictures of what appeared to be metallic disks, spinning out of the sky, over our nation’s capital; hovering above nuclear facilities, not just here, but around the world. Thousands of witnesses, law enforcers, judges, lawyers, politicians, astronauts, pilots … Many came forward, this is in the sixties. They testified to hearing and seeing saucer shaped craft, featuring blinking lights that rotated as the craft whooshed across the horizon.
While I pondered these alien civilizations, hippies practiced free love and drug use—summer of love and all that…
I grew fascinated by the moon and Earth, distant stars, galaxies. Anything hanging in the dome of the night time sky.
Did I believe there were aliens invading the planet Earth? You bet I did!
My reading list included Heinlein, Asimov, Vonnegut, and Clarke. I was totally convinced we were in the midst of beings with higher intellect, beings that traveled faster than light, in flying saucers.
I believed the governments of the world hid pertinent facts from the public. My curiosity led me to join UFO clubs. I then purchased telescopes and read every book I could find on the subject. Drove librarians crazy. This pursuit, opened the door to writing Scfi.
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