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Hello everyone â€"

Here we're starting an archive of weirdnesses and impossibilities encountered on the road to Nye Kingdom.  Stuff that makes you want to reach back in time and shake some sense into the interviewer (any of the lot) â€" or interviewee.

The first thing I absolutely cannot believe is the hullaballoo triggered by a "demon" allegedly situated between Al Gore and Bill Bradley.  As you'll recall, this kept rising to the surface of Art's 1999 Ghost to Ghost show (the Gore-Bradley debate had concluded only a few days prior).  Here's a picture of the "unexplained" devil mask in situ:



Now.  I mean this without hostility or antagonism:  Is it really possible not to see how the deathskull came about?  (By mirrored, co-joined stars on the "American flag" backdrop).  Even cropped to show only the lower half of the shot â€" perfect symmetry, perfect five-pointed stars.  Right?  Was anyone else baffled at the attention, energy and credence given to this incautious graphic?

There have been other Are you serious? incidents but I'll limit mine to one per post.  I do not mean to vilify or condemn â€" I find such events completely fascinating and rather cautionary.

Yassas, people.

How many of you have been fortunate enough to visit that barely-even-a-hamlet of a spot called Rachel, 80 miles north of Las Vegas, Nevada?

I went for a week in August, 2009.  Stayed three of the nights in my own little tin singlewide.  It had 70's-circa UFO photos in frames on the wall -- allegedly bequeathed by a defunct Florida UFO museum.  They were gorgeous, film-era shots.  Mostly South America, as I recall.  The desert terrain absolutely besotted me -- I had pictured trackless waste baking in an unrelenting sun and found instead a rich and highly diverse ecosystem, literally buzzing with life.  Quite apart from the humans abiding in the town itself, characters all.  The little "A Le Inn" there is a cosmic Grand Central Station.  I actually sat a barstool down from Steve Medlin, once, the guy that picks up his mail at the Black Mailbox. 

Bob Lazar, George Knapp, Stanton Friedman, the ID4 cast, every nobody that was ever somebody in UFO-dom and more has passed through that place and posted an 8x10 glossy on the wall (so it seemed).  I tell you, I could reach out and touch the history there.  And then, nights -- since this was August -- I and a stranger or two would sit to watch the Red Flag dogfights striping the night with sound and fury.  Flare drops, sonic booms, the works.  Like all of the Atomic Age concentrated into a two-hour show.

When I was there a contractor had come up from points south and set up a little office modular next to the Inn.  He was, we discovered, supervising the installation of some new dormitories at "the site" -- just over the mountains -- but as a civilian hadn't been granted permission to pass the inner gate.  Wow!  Suddenly, real.

Just wonder how many others out there have experienced this wonderful little world.  I'd love to hear your stories.