When Marty retired and we decided to move to South Florida I promised myself to leave everything behind and start completely fresh. New furniture, new decorations, new wardrobe—everything. The only things I brought were the family photos and my collection of books and articles on the subject, which I started when I was about twelve. They didn’t use to call them UFOs, which is, by the way, a much better word for it. They used to say “flying saucers” or “space invaders” or “men from Mars”—stupid. At least with “UFO” you’re not making a judgement. And it shows how the Government’s been keeping it secret all these years. Trying to, anyway—how can they with so many people who’ve been abducted?
I’ve never been abducted…