A Story: The UFO Researcher and My UFO Story

A few years ago I met a gentleman who was a UFO researcher. The discipline of ufology is interesting to me whether I believe in extraterrestrial visitors or think they are, with all due respects to Archie Bunker, pigments of our imaginations. The gent briefed me on some of his cases: "plasma" was a big one. During our conversation I remembered my own personal story....

Early 1980s.

It was evening and the winter sky was dark — with the exception of a sky field flicked with thousands of stars. I was walking along the street in a small city here in Ontario where the above is fresher and clearer than it is here in the big city, Toronto. Something made me look up. Above, way up, streaked a tiny burning bright. Immediately I discounted it being a satellite or meteorite: the speedy light zigged and zagged as if undertaking evasive maneuvers. The star-field relief gave my eyes some 'registration'; a reference point for the non-static light to play against, confirming to me that what I was seeing might have been piloted by an indecisive, albeit quick-thinking, navigator.

The ufologist nodded. He looked as though he believed that I had seen something not of this Earth. I'm not sure I believe it. But that's my UFO story.

"Believe it, or not."

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Hopefully it's not one of these....