We are not alone! When I turned eight the year was 1965. This was at the height of Project Blue Book. Every day after school I perused the sky, searching for metallic discs from distant horizons. At night, my eyes focused through my trusty telescope by the light of the moon. Never spotted any alien craft entering our rare atmosphere. However, the sky is a vast tapestry of possibilities and I was one kid peering at a slim quadrant above me. I know now, what I knew then. We are not alone. I’ve learned that my capacity to be fascinated by the sheer breath of this subject has not diminished. As an adult I started the first 900# in this country dealing with UFO’s. I received periodicals from around the world packed with unearthly stories. In my novel ‘Psychedelic Prophet’ I make use of this knowledge obtained in that endeavor.