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Wednesday, October 7, 2020

Who is Lue Elizondo?

Luis Elizondo is the host of History Channel's Unidentified.  Prior to that he investigated UFO reports for the Department of Defense as featured in the now legendary New York Times UFO article.  Within the UFO Community, or #UFOTwitter, Lue is perhaps the greatest force in Disclosure, #UFOTwitter's effort to push the US Government to admit and reveal its knowledge of UFOs.

I first reached out to Lue after reading that New York Times article.  Eventually, he brought my own UFO story to the public with an appearance on Unidentified.  Shortly afterwards, he texted me on a Saturday night to tell me he and his wife were watching and enjoying the episode I appeared in.  He asked me how my blog was doing.  I told him I would love to interview him for it, "Not the typical interview where the interviewer tries to pry secret info about UFOs from you.  More on a personal level - who is Lue Elizondo?"

Lue wrote back, "Sure thing!"  We had planned to do this the following week but then Hurricane Isaias knocked out power and Internet to my house for over a week.  It would take us about another two months to coordinate our schedules.

Who is Lue Elizondo?
Lue Elizondo October 1, 2020

We spoke on October first of 2020, the latest in many conversations we have had both on the phone and in person.  I was in my home office in Ridgefield, Connecticut.  Lue called in from his camper, "The Château de Lue," as he calls it, somewhere in Wyoming.  He is there with his wife and their dogs, scoping out some land.  Here in the New York City area houses are snapped up by City People upon market listing without negotiation.  It is an effort to outrun the pandemic.  Lue may have similar motivations, though officially he is outrunning the Tax Man.  Taxes are lower in Wyoming and the people are friendly, he says.

Lue and I kibitzed momentarily prior to staging my official introduction for YouTube.  With respect, I told Lue it was OK if there were questions he did not want to answer.  He ponged back declaring no questions were off the table, security issues notwithstanding.  He joked it would be acceptable to ask his favorite color.  I laughed; a follower had suggested that in jest on Twitter.  For the record, it is black - no surprise to anyone who has seen Lue on TV.

My introduction began with heaps of praise.  I would not be writing this article right now if Lue had not left government service and went to the New York Times with his assertion that people in the US government know UFOs are real.  He deserves great credit for bringing people like me out of seclusion and giving us a platform with which to share our experiences with the world.  Lue brushed my accolades aside and spent the next two minutes praising me for coming forward with my story.  I appreciated the affirmation.

True to my word, the focus of the interview was:

  • Who is Lue Elizondo?
  • What does Lue Elizondo Like to do?
  • What does Lue Elizondo think?

However, when a UFO blogger and the de facto spokesman for the UFO Community get together on Zoom for an hour and a half, a myriad of subjects will come up, including UFOs.  #UFOTwitter wants to know not just what is Lue's favorite color but when will Disclosure happen?  Lue's revelations will be published in the follow-up to this article, What does Lue Elizondo Know?  For now, I am happy to present:

Who is Lue Elizondo?

"Look in the mirror.  I'm you," Lue said.  He wants to be viewed like the rest of the world.  If Lue were placed on a pedestal he would step down and help someone else up.  He is nothing special, so he would say.

There is much that people read into him, who he is, what he is all about.  He presents himself as a regular guy, a husband, a dad.  Like most dads family is valued above all else.  He wants to feed and provide for them, pay for his mortgage, "My children are fundamentally my greatest accomplishment of my life, ever!  I will never be able to achieve something that great ever again so for me everything else is frosting on the cake."

Lue has one job: to look over his two daughters, "It's not me, it's," he hesitates for such a brief moment it is nearly imperceptible but just long enough to reveal some emotion.  "It's my family."  He holds a staturous position in the UFO Community, requiring constant vigilance, "There's been some people in the press who've actually went after my kids to try to get information about me."  The apprehension in Lue's voice and body language is palpable.  

Here, Lue is haunted by past experiences, efforts stymied by political or religious beliefs of those in power.  "A lot of people, you know, let's face it, this rubs up against their philosophical and theological belief system sometimes.  And people can be cruel sometimes."  Looking out for his family occupies a permanent position at Lue Inc.

The family reciprocates.  "It's a conversation we had when I came out.  We had a very serious conversation around the table and I told them what I was going to do and that I was resigning from my post in the Department of Defense and I wanted this to be a mutual decision by the family."  Everyone was supportive.  "My daughters were amazing.  They looked me straight in the eye after hearing a half an hour speech, all teary-eyed, leaving the one thing that I loved so much and they said, 'Dad, we're proud of you, we got your back, don't worry about it.'"

Lue Elizondo on Family

Lue is the proud son of a Cuban refugee.  His father fled to Miami seeking safety and security after fighting in The Bay of Pigs.  Lue is native to the US.  He titles himself an "Exile Kid," a status he says would lead him to face a firing squad if he returned to Cuba.  This may be friendly hyperbole.  

The words and deeds of the Refugee Dad left their mark on the Exile Kid as he matured.  "My dad came to this country with a dime, literally a dime in his pocket."  Dad would say, "Nothing in life is free, son, you have to work for everything but do not take from anybody."  Those have since been guiding principles, ones the son passes on to his own progeny.

When Lue assumed his current role with To The Stars Academy the family followed, trailing him to San Diego.  It is a beautiful and interesting place inspiring a kinship with the pioneers who ventured out before him seeking a better life for themselves and their families.  California turns out to be an alien land to the Exile kid with frequent earthquakes and abominable fires sending smoke as far as his current location in Wyoming.  Sometimes pioneers flee their settlements, seeking safety and security.

Along with his girls, Lue also adores his two German Shepherds.  One, "Doesn't have a predatory bone in his body."  The other - Lue advises, "Don't come around the Elizondos' late at night, uninvited."

TV show hosts may earn a respectable salary, though most are not driving Rolls-Royces.  Lue has probably done well as the host of Unidentified.  He tempers this with, "If you're looking to get rich, most people will tell you chasing UFOs is not a way to do it.  So I've never expected to make really any money off of it."

Lue does not wear his net worth and cannot be judged on appearance.  He is proud of his Blue Collar roots and prefers to maintain that image and lifestyle rather than transitioning into "Mr. Hollywood."  When he joined the Army after college he worked two other jobs to make ends meet, while serving full-time.  His wife worked too.  "I'm not afraid to have dirt under my nails," he says.

I am Lue

No kid has ever said, "When I grow up I want to be that weird UFO Guy."  Lue agrees, there is an injurious stigma to his line of work.  He accepts this.  It is what he signed on for.  But he is deeper than the two-dimensional view of him on a TV screen.  That person is the same guy camping out with his wife and their dogs in Wyoming right now.  If one hates the guy on TV they will hate the guy in the camper.  If someone thinks, "'Hey, this kind of quirky guy with the funny goatee on TV, I think I kind of like him,' You're probably going to like having a beer with him."

What does Lue Elizondo like to Do?

Lue is "a cheapskate," his own self-deprecating moniker of frugality.  He downplays his purchase of his latest toy, the camper he and his wife are staying in.  It is a mid-range model, "The Chevy Malibu," of campers, he says.  He pulls it with a humble 1996 Ford F-350 pickup.  

Other toys are investments as it were, picked up cheap.  He gives them TLC, some attention and elbow grease, and they appreciate.  He enjoys his status as, "a gearhead."  A self-diagnosed introvert, Lue is content in the garage, "tinkering".  He builds cars, boats, and motorcycles.  "If it's got an engine, that's right up my alley."  He has a Korean War era Jeep, a World War II Jeep, and a Ural, a 2-wheel drive Russian Military motorcycle with a powered sidecar.  It is pictured in Season 2, Episode 7 of Unidentified.

The days of racing around on fast bikes are over for Lue.  At his age speed has lost its appeal.  The Ural takes him from Point A to Point B in a "safe and civilized manner."  He compares it more to driving a John Deere tractor than a racing machine.  Although, it is still a motorcycle.  He has fun on it.

What does Lue Elizondo like to do?
Lue's bike in Unidentified S2 E7

Given a relaxing scenario of having a drink with a friend, Lue brightens up.  He enjoys a nice peaty Islay Scotch.  "It's got that pungent smell of where you almost feel like you're eating a piece of Scotland, like a Scottish Sandwich, or something."  Lately he has developed a taste for Absinthe.  He stresses, the legal kind.  There is meaning in the history behind it and how it is distilled.  "I'm kind of a traditionalist."  Lue appreciates the human effort, the, "Love, caring, pride, into the work by someone," to create something, "Rather than just something generic, that is mass produced.  To me, someone who paints me a hand-made painting means more to me than someone spending ten times that amount on some sort of generic print that I can go to the mall and buy."

Once the drinks are poured it is time to eat.  "I love cooking.  I am absolutely a cook.  I admit it."  With his military service in the past, today Lue would rather eat a tasty meal than stay in shape.  "I'm not a big baker but I love using my cast iron almost exclusively.  I take pride in seasoning it and getting that thing, you know, perfect and just cooking a fabulous meal for others to enjoy.  It goes back to what we were saying about drinks, it's really the craftsmanship that I appreciate."

The same goes for wrist watches.  The brand is not important, "It has to do with the amount of human effort it took to create that time piece.  Crafting every gear and knowing that the gear ratios have to be just perfect... it has to be balanced and it has to be synchronized.  That's what I appreciate.  That's why I like cars.  It's poetry in motion to me.  It's taking something that has been thrown away and considered garbage and spending a little bit of time, a little bit of effort and attention to now bringing new life into it."  There is a recurring theme, "I do the same thing with cooking and pretty much other things that I enjoy."

Dinner at Chez Lue might include, "A fantastic little recipe," for seafood with, "White wine, lemon, butter."  He kisses his fingertips and says, "Bellissimo!"  The next course may be Italian, possibly pizza from scratch.  "Pizzas are super simple if you do your own dough, your own homemade dough, homemade sauce..."  He uses fresh basil and "good quality cheese."

It would seem that every hobby is a labor of love with Lue.  He does have one simplistic guilty pleasure: playing video games.  He owns both of the top game consoles and plays mostly first-person shooter games.  He is especially fond of games with a rich storyline.  There must also be an endless map he can explore.  He plays the entire Borderlands series, Fallout 4, and Portal 2.  Strategy and good graphics appeal to him.  His wife and daughters play too.  They are both partners and rivals.

Lue and family, gamers

Music plays a constant soundtrack in Lue's life.  "I love music!"  He may listen to Classical, Classic rock, Hard-core Industrial, Classic Country, Italian Café.  Favorite artist range a narrow contemporaneous band from 70's Easy-Listening legend, Gordon Lightfoot to 90's hard rockers, Rob Zombie and Marilyn Manson.  "Music tells a story and music is very emotional."  Playing now in the F-350's CD player: 90's Punk Rockers, Social Distortion.

Presumably then, Lue would have been thrilled when Pop Punk rocker Tom DeLonge reached out to him with an employment offer at his To The Stars Academy.  Apparently not - Lue had no clue who DeLonge was.  He knew some of DeLonge's music, Blink-182's hits are ubiquitous, but he was not a follower.

What does Lue Elizondo Think?

Lue values genuity.  Others may judge but lack self-judgement.  While conscious of this he says everyone has bias, including himself.  He loves the spirit of human beings, the positive not the negative.  As a new user of social media he is astounded by what "normal people" post online, how strapping-in behind a keyboard empowers some to make statements about others whom they do not know personally, that they would never say face-to-face.  "Is that how they really are, or is that just something that is a part of their personality that comes alive when they get on social media?  I don't know."

Lue only recently began posting on Twitter, an unofficial induction into #UFOTwitter, "There are some people [in the UFO Community] that are really working hard to get to the bottom of this [UFO phenomenon] and they're using their brains and they're engaging and they're highly intelligent people.  I could tell you there's probably about five or six, when I was at AATIP, had I known they were out there and they had applied for a job, I would have hired them to come on to AATIP."

He dismisses accolades towards him and passes the credit to others.  He does not know if his approach to reporting information is the right way but, "There are a lot of people doing it wrong."  He was diplomatic about naming names.  "My mother always told me not to talk ill about people if they're not in front of me."  Generally, "Anybody who tries to give you a preconceived narrative, or worse tries to tell you not to listen to somebody else, that's your first sign that they don't know what they're talking about."  Lue believes, "Knowledge is power.  I think the more people you talk to, the better the situation.  If you want to talk to me and then turn around and talk to anybody else, I don't care; I think you should.  I think you should try to arm yourself with as much information as possible."

Yes, but who, Lue?  "Anybody who's gonna tell you that they know for what these things are, can conjure things up at will and charge money for it - anybody who's going to charge you money to have an encounter..." he hesitates, " with -- a -- UFO... and again, I'm just talking general here - I think you got to be careful with that."  

There are a few snake oil salesmen who will immediately come to mind to #UFOTwitter members.  "There are some charlatans.  There's people out there that have spent twenty years creating a cottage industry for themselves of lies and deception and now that the truth is coming out, they're scrambling.  It's all hands on deck, baby.  Full information campaign to try to squelch the truth because now, 'My narrative is in trouble.'  That's the problem.  You never should have had a narrative because you don't know.  There are no such things as experts in UFOs, not even in the US government, otherwise we'd all be flying in them right now."

In casual conversation Lue mentions his coworkers at To The Stars Academy using labels like, "my colleague Steve Justice," or "my buddy Tom [DeLonge]."  #UFOTwitter knows these people without introduction.  Some may call these men Lue's friends.

"'Friend' is an awfully big commitment," he joked, "I don't know if I have any friends."  He has a "profound" level of "comradery and respect" for his coworkers.  The starkly varied backgrounds of each individual in the organization is fodder for friendly and professional debate.  They may not share views on politics or religion but they respect one another.  They trust each other.  They can speak openly "without fear of reprisal," like Lue has faced in the past.

Yeah, but do you guys hang out after work?  Do you meet up for 50 cent wings and five dollar pitchers and watch Monday Night Football at the corner pub?  The crew's professional diversity leaves little common ground outside the subject of UFOs.  Lue explains that Tom DeLonge is a musician and spends much of his free time rehearsing.  In contrast, Lue prefers to work on an engine in his garage.  That notwithstanding, Lue has been to Tom's house many times.  Jim Semivan, Hal Putoff, Chris Mellon, all the TTSA gang are, "incredibly welcoming and warm."  They each have received Lue and his family at their homes as part of their family.

Bonus Content

When Lue was here to interview me at my place last February he picked up on an art piece that hangs in my office.  It is artist Tim Kelly's colored pencil sketch of the Grady Twins from The Shining depicted as aliens.  I bought it at the Pine Bush UFO Fair last year.  Lue asked confirmatively if I had only just recently gotten into the UFO scene.  I said yes, only since first engaging with him and the producers of Unidentified.  When I interviewed Lue last week I asked him the same thing.  "Was this always something that you followed and had a belief?"  He said no.  "Was there a turning point at which a lightbulb went on and you said, 'Woah!  There's something to this.'"

What does Lue Elizondo think?
The Grady Twins as Aliens

Lue never had the luxury to think about UFOs prior to becoming involved with the subject, "I was too busy catching and chasing bad guys.  It wasn't until I had my... initial meeting with the then director of the former [AATIP] program that I came to the understanding that they really mean that there are UFOs out there.  When he says 'UAP' they mean, 'UFOs, Unidentified Flying Objects,' and we're taking this topic very seriously, and at that point it was kind of a slow, gradual realization that we're dealing with something here that really, truly is not some sort of conventional technology.  We really don't know what they hell these are but they really are there.  I think that was kind of the epiphany for me which occurred in the 2008 timeframe."

I pressed further, "What was that one piece of information that pushed you over the edge?"

"Ooh," Lue shook his head.  "It wasn't one.  It was many.  I got to be careful what I say here but I can guarantee you that 99 percent of your audience right now, if they were to see a couple things that I was privy to..." he shakes his head vigorously from side to side, "There'd be no question in their mind what this is.  None!  Kind of like your experience, right?  You saw something and were like, 'Hey, I don't know what to tell you but that ain't ours.'"

At home, Lue tells his kids to make up their own minds about the UFO Phenomenon.  When they ask him a question he tries to give them a straight answer.  He arms them with information and then lets them decide what it means.

Somehow, over the course of the conversation we went down the Rabbit Hole and spent over half an hour talking about UFOs and what Lue knows about them.  That will be the subject of the companion article to this piece, What does Lue Elizondo know?  For this article I really wanted to focus on, Who is Lue Elizondo?

Through all of Lue's successes in moving the Disclosure needle to the right he remains humble about the part he has played.  Within the #UFOTwitter crowd Lue is a celebrity.  He shakes off the term but it sticks to him.  How does someone who spent his first career concertedly out of the public eye remain grounded with this new-found fame?  

"Look at yourself in the mirror every day, change your own oil to your car, mow your own lawn, go to a homeless shelter and help serve food.  That's how you keep yourself humble.  You remind yourself that I am no different than anybody else and I'm steps away from being in your shoes anytime, any day."

Lue credits any success he has achieved to the hard work of other "incredible people" who were smarter and more capable than he is.  "I Stand on the shoulders of giants.  I rode on the coat tails of great people.  That's how I got to where I am."

Some readers will be disappointed I did not pin Lue down on what he knows about government conspiracies, that I did not hold his feet to the fire on this or that.  

I had originally planned on leaving that sort of thing to folks like Danny Silva or "UFO Joe" Murgia or UFO Jesus.  That is their modus operandi and they are good at it.  But despite my intention to keep the conversation on Who is Lue Elizondo, he did drop a few pearls here and there - some may call them bombshells.  I will write this up in a follow up article which will go into, What does Lue Elizondo know?

For now, my intention was to show the world the guy I know, the guy who stood in my kitchen and compared notes with me on making pizza from scratch, the guy who stood on my porch and talked about his daughters and his concerns as a dad, the guy who stood in my garage and drooled over my motorcycle while showing me pics on his phone of his bike, the guy who sends me a random text on a Saturday night to tell me his wife liked my episode of Unidentified.  That is the Lue I know and the interview I wanted to do.

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Friday, October 2, 2020

Luis Elizondo the Man

I had a special visitor to my house on February 29th of this year.  Luis Elizondo of To The Stars Academy, the host of Unidentified, the former Director of AATIP, came over to interview me.  It was surreal.  October 1st I reciprocated and interviewed Lue.  As of this writing I am working on writing up the information gathered from this most recent interview.  Today's post was mostly written in March about our previous meetings.  This is just a teaser while I prepare the rest of the information.

For decades, I had wondered, why does no one in our government care about UFOs.  Why does no one care that we are being visited by technologically superior people with unknown motives?  People who come and go as they please, including violating military airspace with impunity.  I had a story to tell about a UFO sighting I had on a foreign military base.  Why were we not doing anything about this?

The answer to my question came three years ago when the New York Times broke the AATIP story about the government program that studied UFOs.  The article featured a man, previously unknown to the public, named Luis Elizondo.  It took a while for the article to find its way onto my phone but when it did, I was suddenly filled with hope, long after having given up.  

I tracked Lue down and got on his RADAR.  The rest of this story about how I got here has been documented in other articles.  Today I want to talk more about Lue Elizondo the man.  Who is he?  What makes him tick?

Lue has a commanding presence.  I think years in government service does that to you.  I have a friend who is in the FBI and he is similar in that way.  For some people this is a way of compensating for a bit of social anxiety.  Initially I did not get the impression this is the case with Lue.  He seems like a genuinely confident person.  So I was surprised when Lue told me he is an introvert.  He likes to keep to himself.  You would never know it.

Lue is a really down-to-earth guy.  After my first interview for Unidentified my wife asked me if Lue was nice to the crew at A&E.  I laughed and told her he is not an actor; he is a guy who was in the military and government service.  He is no prima donna.  Lue likes to emphasize that.  He likes to talk about how he is a blue-collar guy from humble beginnings who had to grind it out the whole way to get where he is today.

When Lue came over in February we hit it off right away.  Of course, this was not the first time we had met.  We met last fall in my old 'hood in Brooklyn to record my first interview and have spoken on the phone and traded texts and emails many times over the past two years.  But our meeting in February was our first time really talking about anything of substance beyond my UFO sighting.

Lue and I found common ground on quite a few things.  He admired my house.  We talked a bit about how I oversaw all the construction directly and did quite a bit of work myself.  Lue also did some construction when he was a young man, and could relate to some of what I went through.

Connecticut Style Pizza

As I poured him some coffee, Lue admired my kitchen.  He pointed out my kitchen mixer and said how much his wife loves hers.  I told him that I probably used ours more than my wife does.  I then found out that Lue likes to make pizza from scratch.  We traded some of our little tricks.  Lue uses pizza stones while, at the time, I had gotten pretty good at making a nice crust without one.  I had recently begun putting my pies on slate tiles but was considering admitting defeat and buying some decent stones.  I did.

The following night I made the pizza pictured.  It is a Connecticut-style pizza crust, fairly common around New Haven.  It is flat and crisp.  The mild burn marks are intentional.  This pie was half barbecue chicken and half Buffalo chicken.  It was a big hit with the kids.  They had the leftovers for breakfast.

I texted Lue these pictures the next morning - thought he would appreciate what went into making them.  He wrote back that the pics made him hungry.  He said he would send me some the next time he made his pizza.

Lue shared that he did his basic training at a much worse place than I did.  I hated Basic (does anyone really like it?) but I should be grateful I did not go to some other places, which I have heard were worse.  Lue confirmed that.  His location was worse.

Lue was wearing a Bigelow Aerospace jacket.  I told him it was cool and I would like to get one of those.  He told me he would try to get me one.  Fortunately, I did not hold my breath.  Maybe he can introduce me to Bob Bigelow and I can just ask him myself.

After my interview for Unidentified, I joined Lue out on my porch as he wrapped up a phone call.  I mentioned my concern for my kids possibly being bullied because now people will know their dad is, "That weird UFO guy."  I was preaching to the choir with Lue about that.  He mentioned his concerns for his daughters.  Clearly, he gets it.

We chatted a lot whenever there was a break in the interview due to the dog barking, the sun shifting, or other normal interruptions in recorded interviews.  I told Lue I am trying to steer clear of guys like Steven Greer, and focus more on science-based theories.  Lue shared some of his thoughts on others in the UFO Community.  He has great disdain for one of the other big charlatans of #UFOTwitter and shared some information which I will not repeat.  I tried to find a citing online of where the two of them got into a tiff but could not find anything.

After several hours Lue kept saying he wanted to wrap it up and give me my house back.  That is a nice way of saying I am done here, I want to get going.  But I did not take the bait.  I was enjoying the experience and wanted to extend it a little longer.  I told him all my family had gone out except my one son who was playing video games.  Lue admitted to video games being a guilty pleasure for both him and his wife.  I told him I could not get my wife to play any video games with me.  Lucky!

After my interview, as the crew packed up the truck they all rode up in, Lue and I stood by the door saying our goodbyes.  Somehow we got on the subject of motorcycles.  I mentioned my bike to Lue.  It is a Triumph T120.  He told me that was the exact bike he wanted.  I took him to the garage to show him.  We walked down the stairs, dusty from a steady traffic stream of firewood, into my garage.  Lue said, "That's the bike!"

He asked me how much I wanted for it, ha ha!  I told him if I ever decide to sell it I will call him first.  Months later we were exchanging texts and I told him he could buy it for "one million dollars" and attached a picture of Dr. Evil from Austin Powers.  Maybe I will sell it to him cheap if he can get me one of those Bigelow jackets.  

Dr Evil

He then showed me pictures of, "My buddy Tom's bike."  I asked, Tom DeLonge?  He said yes.  It was funny because the way he said, "my buddy Tom" was like I would not have known who he was talking about.  I recognized the bike from the first season of Unidentified.  Lue confirmed it was the same bike.  He also showed me some pics on his phone of a couple other prized toys including his bike.  Good times.

I really wanted to ask Lue a bunch of UFO questions for this blog but there simply was not enough time.  He is a busy guy.  He was gracious enough to let me take a selfie with him.  Then Jason, the site producer, offered to take some pics for me.  He made sure to get one of me holding his print-out of The Marceau Ship.  I included it in another story about Unidentified.  The one here was the first one I took.

Luis Elizondo the Man

A couple months after Lue was here the government officially released the three UFO videos that Lue helped bring to the public.  They admitted they did not know the origin of the aircraft.  Prior to that, some people doubted the veracity of the videos.  I texted Lue, congratulating him on the release.  I said, "Must feel vindicating."  He said not yet, there are still a few "Lue haters" at the Pentagon but it is a great step forward.  I told him there are a few of those in the UFO Community too but it seems like most people are behind him and TTSA and he should, "Keep your chin up."  He wrote back, "Thank you, sincerely."

Coming up next week I will write about the recent conversation I had with Lue via video conference.  Stay tuned...

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Wednesday, September 30, 2020

Is Earth a Rest Area?

Since I was first asked to be a part of Unidentified on the History Channel over two years ago I have written many articles speculating about why there are so many reports of UFOs visiting Earth but none of their occupants seem to want to make contact with us.  Why is that?  Do we smell?  Maybe the next time someone thinks they see a UFO they should reapply deodorant or check the bottom of their shoes.  But no, I think there has to be a better explanation than that.  We do not even know if aliens can smell.  The typical "Grey" alien depiction does not appear to even have a nose.

I have often thought that aliens are not interested in contacting us because Earth is not their destination.  Rather, this is a waypoint on the way to somewhere more interesting.  In other words, Earth is a rest area on an interstellar highway.

Is Earth a Rest Area?

I travel by road a lot.  Throughout the winter I may take dozens of trips north to snowboard in New York's Catskills or Adirondacks or The Green Mountains of Vermont or the White Mountains of New Hampshire.  I have also skied Maine, Pennsylvania, and Quebec, among other places.  Each time, I drive to these destinations.

During the summer, pre-COVID, my family and I have taken a lot of car trips to beaches on the Atlantic Coast from Cape May to Cape Cod.  Most of our Spring Break trips to Florida have been by car - it was much easier and more convenient to do that than to fly when we had three little ones with all their baby gear and an Au Pair with a suitcase bigger than she was.  We have even traveled during this Pandemic, going to my dad's place in South Carolina three times and a few trips to Upstate New York; we wore masks everywhere, of course, even though many people we encountered were not masked south of Delaware, for some reason.

I try not to make many stops when I drive.  It adds too much time to the trip.  Once Mrs. M. and I rented an RV and took my sister and her two kids and my mom to Florida.  The plan was to drive straight through but there were many requests to stop.  Each stop was at least 15-60 minutes in duration.  That easily added a half day to our 20 hour drive.  We arrived at our condo too late to find a parking spot for that enormous vehicle.  I parked illegally and got a ticket.  It was a whole mishegos.

When the kids were little we tried driving straight through to Disney World in the Family Truckster.  We left from southern Westchester County, New York on a Friday afternoon.  We had packed about a dozen DVDs for the kids to watch on the way.  They had watched each one by noon Saturday.  By the time we hit the Florida state line the kids were bonkers.  They were complaining about each other and crying.  I knew they needed to get out of the car to play and maybe get a bite to eat.  I pulled off of I-95 at the next exit.  I wanted to find a McDonald's with a playground.  Luckily there was one there right off the exit.

We then spent two days at Disney and a week at our condo.  We played in the pool where the kids made friends with some kids visiting from Montreal.  We went to the beach.  We had dinner at the Hard Rock Casino.  We did a lot of cool stuff.  When we got home I asked the kids what their favorite part of the trip was.  They unanimously agreed it was that McDonald's with the playground off of I-95.

The next time we drove down to the condo Mrs. M. planned out our itinerary.  We stopped at a playground or a fast food place with a playground for a few minutes every two hours.  We stayed overnight in Virginia and watched a small town's July 4th fireworks show.  We stayed two nights in Jekyll Island on the way and two nights in Virginia Beach on the way back.  It was a lot more expensive and required an extra week but it was a wonderful trip.

Often I will travel by myself for business.  My most-visited destination is five hours away, non-stop.  Rarely have I actually made it there in five hours.  More often I will have to stop to walk around and stretch my legs.  Or I will pull over and take a little nap.  Maybe I will sit down in a hamburger restaurant and stare at the locals.  The drive and the stops on the way help to break up the monotony of having worked from home for the past five years.

So what does all this have to do with UFOs?  As usual, I am building up to a corollary.

Is Earth a Rest Area?

On every car trip I have taken, whether I liked it or not, I have had to make stops.  I do not like to pull off the highway if I can help it.  So I will most often stop at rest areas.  I suspect that interstellar space travelers must have to do the same.  I do not know how long it takes aliens to get from one habitable planet to the next but I know how long it would take humans.  It would take us more than a lifetime.  Surely, aliens can do it much faster than that.  But it still probably takes some time.  Maybe it is like driving from New England to Florida.  Perhaps Earth is a place they will stop along the way.

When I stop at a rest area, that is not my destination.  I do not want to spend a lot of time there.  I have somewhere I need to be.  I spend as little time there as I need to.  Maybe I will use the restroom.  Maybe I will pump some gas or grab a burger if there are facilities.  But ultimately my goal is to get back on the road and get to where I am heading.  Interstellar travelers would likely have the same intentions.  They need to get from their home planet to another highly-advanced civilization (and Earth ain't it, bub).  This is the place they stop on their way - a rest area.

I would imagine that an interstellar spaceship would have a bathroom on it.  But the RV I rented that one time had a bathroom and still most of our party wanted to stop to use the restrooms at rest areas.  Could aliens be using Earth as a toilet?  OK, that is a stretch.  But they could be gassing up the Family Truckster here.  Earth is mostly water.  If you separate the two elements in water you have hydrogen, a great fuel source, and oxygen, a useful by-product.  If those visitors also breathe oxygen and drink water they may be very interested in our abundant, free water supply.  Earth is like one of those rare gas stations that still has a free air pump.  

Is that what was happening in the Nimitz Incident?  Was the disturbance in the water someone refueling their spaceship?  

Free Air Pump

Burgers anyone?  There are many reports of cattle abductions and mutilations around the world.  Perhaps aliens see hundreds of cattle roaming around ranches, untended, and think they are free for the taking.  If I saw a table stacked with hamburgers at a rest area and no one was tending it, I might think they were free.  Why else would anyone just leave them there?  I do not know if I would actually eat a free rest area hamburger.  It would depend on how hungry I was.

I would not take one of these burgers if I knew they belonged to someone.  But maybe aliens do not care about that.  I would not think it is stealing if I took a nut from a squirrel - especially if it was on my property.  Could aliens believe that Earth is theirs and we are just woodland creatures they allow to stay here?  Or maybe Earth has been declared a park or a game preserve by some governing civilization and we are the animals who live there.  Hmm...

I often see animals at rest areas - birds, squirrels, chipmunks, etc.  I do not try to make contact with these animals.  Why would I?  They are just dumb animals.  What kind of contact could I make with them?  They are also wild animals.  If I got too close they might bite me.  I avoid any animals I see at rest areas.  Aliens probably do too, out of an abundance of caution.  They must know that we bite (or shoot on sight).  At the very least we are dumb animals to anyone who can get from there to here (wherever there is).

My kids have a different point of view on this.  When I pull over at a playground so the kids can burn off energy on a long trip I do not care what they do as long as they are being safe and respectful to others.  My goal is for them to get out of the car and have a short break from being on the road.  At home they catch and release frogs, insects, worms, fish, and other wildlife including a few racoons!  Why would it be any different on the road?  This could explain some accounts of alien abductions.  Maybe someone's kids just wanted to catch a human and play with him.

A couple nights ago my kids and I went out and sat on the front steps.  We had lamb for dinner and wanted to give our dog the bones.  The bones would make a big greasy mess inside so we took the dog outside for this.  While sitting there I noticed a frog by a large flower planter.  It was just sitting there by itself, minding its own business, not hurting anyone.  Upon hearing this the kids immediately ran inside to get a container to put the frog in.  Why?  No one could explain it.  They just wanted to have the creature.

The frog spent the next fifteen minutes in a plastic storage container on my daughter's lap.  She kept the lid cracked open for air.  The frog was not harmed.  If this was not such a common occurrence the kids might have tried to play with the frog but they were unimpressed with this one.  It just sat there in the container.  

Maybe this is what happens sometimes when people say they are abducted by aliens.  It is the aliens' kids burning off some energy on their way to somewhere else.  They see someone all alone and decide they just have to have him.  They bring the person on-board and put him in a container.  If this is a new experience they may play with him.  If not, he will just sit there until Dad Alien says it is time to go.

When it was time for us to bring the dog inside my daughter said she wanted to bring the frog over to the pond and release it there.  I asked why and she said that was where it belonged.  I protested that we found it by the house and that was where it should be released.  She suggested that maybe the frog was lost and did not know its way to the pond; she would help it on its way.  I told her that maybe this is why some alien abductees say they were taken from one spot and returned to some other random spot.  Maybe alien kids are trying to help.  But in actuality, they are just confusing the poor person and inconveniencing him.  She released the frog back by the flower planter.

UFOs Welcome

Most rest areas seem to be built like a NASCAR pit with His and Hers bathrooms.  Some, though, are just a place to pull off the road with no facilities at all.  The opposite extreme would be the ones with dozens of fuel pumps, several restaurants, gift shops, kiosks, free wifi, and enough toilets for a bus-load of tourists to socially distance from everyone else.  Which one of these three examples is Earth?

I would say we are the parking area with no facilities.  We have not put out the Welcome Mat for interstellar travelers.  This is just a place for them to pull over.  There are a couple of these on the Taconic Parkway between my place and Albany, New York.  The dirty (not-so-well-kept) secret about these places is that people relieve themselves there, despite not having any toilets.  There are several well-worn paths into the woods which all dead-end at a pile of toilet paper.  Is this what we have set up Earth as?

If New York State were to build some simple facilities at the rest stops on the Taconic people would use them instead of using the woods.  I would.  If one of these rest areas also had some gas pumps and some fast food I would use those facilities too.  It is about 80 miles (~130km) from the point where I get on the Taconic until I hit Albany.  There is nowhere to stop and take care of every need in that space.  I would definitely take advantage of a full-service rest area at the halfway point.  New York State would benefit from the sales, the sales tax, and the jobs it would create.  There would also be less raw sewage in the woods.  Are you listening Andrew Cuomo?

UFOs Welcome

What if we built a service area for aliens here on Earth?  If we built it, would they come?  What would they need from us?  Toilets?  Restaurants?  Refueling points?  What is in it for Earth?  This could be the first step in establishing diplomatic or trade relations - it would be more than we have done so far.

Sometimes I will drive by a cheap motel and see a sign that says, "Trucks Welcome!"  That is good to know if you are a cross-country trucker.  I am sure these signs help to bring in a lot of customers who drive those rigs.  It must work because I have seen this all over the country.  Perhaps we need to put up a, "UFOs Welcome" sign out by the International Space Station if we want to make Contact.  The ISS might need a bigger parking lot.

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Wednesday, September 23, 2020

UFO Philosophy Blog

I started this blog two years ago, September 24, 2018.  I was new to the community which now makes up my most avid readers.  I knew nothing about the subject other than that I had had an experience which linked me to these folks.

In the two years that followed my first blog post a lot has happened.  UFOs have gone more mainstream in large part thanks to the efforts of TTSA.  This has culminated in the founding of an official US Government UFO Task Force, to study alien visits.  That is amazing!

In an effort to create a relationship with people who are interested in my own sighting story, to further identify with this community, I have done a tremendous amount of research.  I have studied other UFO cases.  I have watched UFO current events on this topic.  I have read up on quantum mechanics.  

I will never know as much about any of those subjects as I would like to.  But I have scratched the surface enough to get a good idea of what the UFO Community is all about and also, to share some feedback on it. I have pontificated, permulated, and perseverated.  I published over 150 articles here.

Who knew this thing would take off!  It did.  By the end of this month the blog will have over 100,000 page views.  Wow!

People are reading this in over 55 distinct countries - the list is at the end of this article.  Find your country.  There are a lot of "Other" or "Unknown Region" listings so if you do not see your country listed, let me know in the Comments so I can give your country a shout-out.

The Logic of UFOs
Shout out to Uganda, Turkmenistan, and North Macedonia


Much has happened within the subject of UFOs since that first blog post two years ago.  UFOs changed their name.  My sister changed her name when I was a kid.  I am not sure why.  She was still the same person we all loved on the inside.  There was no need to change her name.  I feel the same with UFOs.  Call them UAPs if you want.  I am OK with still using the UFO moniker despite the fact that what I saw was clearly identified.

Once you change the name of something it is hard to go back.  The Interboro Parkway in Queens will forever more be the Jackie Robinson Parkway.  I am OK with that but I will never get used to calling the Tappan Zee Bridge the Mario Cuomo.  I remember hearing an interview with the guy who starred in Young Einstein.  He had changed his name to Yahoo Serious for show business.  One day decided he wanted to change his name back to Greg Pead but found it was much harder to change your name back to its original than it is to change it in the first place.  So he kept the new bizarre name.  I hope we get this UFO/UAP thing sorted out soon.


Two years ago, it took a couple weeks of writing for me to initially find my voice.  It happened accidentally when I went to watch a friend play with his band.  Between sets my friend introduced me to his friend who is a psychologist.  I do not remember how it came up but we started talking about UFOs.  It must have been the pint of pilsner in me because I opened up to this guy about the years of trauma my UFO sighting had caused.  It was not an everyday occurrence.  It was only when I would tell people the story of my sighting.  In my mind I would be transported back to the spot where the sighting took place.  People would tell me I was visibly shaken after telling them about it.  

I went home that night and wrote about this UFO PSTD and some other psychology.  That pretty much set the tone for future articles.  I decided I was not going to recreate the wheel and be the next UFO Joe, an investigative journalist.  I was not going to be the next UFO Jesus, and advocate for Disclosure.  I definitely was not going to be the next Steven Greer, a charlatan who sells UFO Snake Oil.  I was going to philosophize.  I would use my experience as a jumping off point.  I do not need to prove aliens exist, I saw a spaceship.  That gave me the liberty to say, now that we know this, why are aliens here and why are aliens hiding from us?

Then I went further on that tack.  I began thinking about aliens a lot.  Columbus Day rolled around and ignited a flame.  I imagined all of Planet Earth being like North America in the 1400s.  Perhaps there is an alien Christopher Columbus out there who will "discover" Earth.  Let us think about how that might turn out.  * Spoiler Alert * it did not turn out so well for the people who were already living in North America when Columbus arrived.

After that I wondered, what if aliens are already here walking amongst us?  I wondered, how do you spot an alien?  It reminded me of one time when I took my kids for a hike and I found some strange insects who all built the same little houses around their larvae.  I wondered if aliens disguised as insects was a thing.  I followed that up with an insinuation that maybe aliens are here and they disguise themselves as guys who look like Steve Carell.  I had a lot of fun with that.  No offense to Steve Carell.  He is a great actor.  I chose him because he is like an "every man" that a smart race of aliens would choose to emulate rather than standing out as a bunch of Brad Pitts.

Every Man Steve Carell
Every Man Steve Carell

Not long after beginning this blog I had a reunion with the guy I have often referred to here as Mike, The Other Witness.  The article I posted about this has not received a lot of views.  I wonder why.  I have always thought that Mike's reluctant cooperation with TTSA and History Channel was key to corroborating my account.  It makes me think that either people want to believe in UFOs and Mike's testimony is unnecessary or they steadfastly refuse to believe any number of eye-witness accounts and Mike's verification is irrelevant.  People are strange.  Sometimes I feel like I understand aliens better than people, even though I have never met an alien.

The Logic of UFOs

I always figured that my story alone is not enough to convince some people that we are being visited.  Maybe I can pepper in a little Science.  I took a look at some of the common reasons people list for believing there is no one else in the Universe but us Earthans.  I wrote about why the Rare Earth theory is invalid.  I wrote about why the SETI Institute is on the wrong track.  One by one I knocked off all the reasons why human beings cannot be the only people in the Universe.

So if we are not alone, and I know that is true, I have to keep coming back to why are they hiding from us?  I wondered, are humans too violent for aliens?  Or, are aliens afraid we will eat them?  Maybe they think of us like pets or zoo animals and they like us right where we are.  That would support the Zoo Hypothesis.  Or it is a combination of those topics.  We are like snakes or alligators to aliens.  In other words, Earth is like an alien reptile house at a zoo.

Of course, this is all in good fun.  I have no idea why aliens do not make contact with us.  But I like to think about it and to then share my thoughts.  So I took this a step further.  As I sipped hot coffee in the quiet predawn darkness, I stared out the window and wondered, OK, if aliens truly exist (and I know they do), what are they like?  

Again, I have no way of knowing what they are like for sure.  But I do know some basic facts.  Aliens visit - there are thousands of eye-witness accounts, mine being one of them.  They do not want to make official contact (as far as we know).  Sometimes aliens abduct people.  Aliens travel from far-away places.  

From there, I use a little logic.  Anyone who can get from there to here (wherever there is) must use faster-than-light ("FTL") speed travel, or an alternative to that.  This means that unless space-faring aliens acquired this technology from people on other planets, all inter-stellar space-faring aliens are far more technologically advanced than we are.  

How much more advanced are aliens?  Again, I use data and logic.  I know how far Earthans have come in the past couple hundred years.  In Colonial Days, the most advanced technology was the steam engine and interchangeable parts.  Today, we can travel to the Moon and instantaneously share cat videos.  But we are not even close to figuring out how to shoot off into space like Mike says The Marceau Ship did or to withstand the instantaneous changes in inertia that the Tic Tac UFO(s) did.  Logically, at the very least humans are thousands of years behind any alien civilization that visits.

Could it be more?  Sure!  Maybe another planet identical to Earth did not get struck by a meteor 46 million years ago and the dominant species there was able to develop language and tools a million years later.  That would give them a 45 million year head-start on us!

All these data points and resulting logic has guided much of the writing I created in the past two years.  Here and there I have elaborated on my own sighting.  I had my brother in-law Cam Chase create a truly remarkable illustration of what I now call The Marceau Ship UFO * word *.  I did not bother to Google that term ahead of time.  Who could imagine there was already a battleship called The Marceau Ship!  I do not have a common name.  I then wrote all about, what did the Marceau Ship look like?

Mostly, though, I have enjoyed philosophizing about aliens and UFOs.  It is fun and rewarding and it gives me great satisfaction to see other people enjoying this too.  Thank you for reading over the past two years.  Please continue to follow this blog, share it with your friends, and follow me on #UFOTwitter.

UFO Philosophy Blog
A few countries where this UFO Philosophy Blog is read

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Tuesday, September 15, 2020

My First Interview for Unidentified

One year ago today I participated in an interview that would alter the course of my life.  I hope it will have a similar effect on history.  I was interviewed for History Channel's Unidentified, a show about military personnel who had encounters with UFOs while on duty.

I began writing this article Sunday March First, 2020, the day after my second interview with Lue Elizondo.  A week later my state, Connecticut, went into Lock Down.  It felt like the first ten minutes of any post-apocalyptic movie six and a half months ago.  A year ago, it was much different.  It was chill - Brooklyn Chill.

I never documented this first interview other than a conversation I had with Lue about the Metamaterials afterwards.  But now, having experienced so much joy from writing about the second interview (I really do love writing) I thought it would be a good idea to write about that first day.  I hope my readers will enjoy it as much as I have putting it together.

David Marceau at A&E
Me and my Brooklyn bagel in the Green Room at A&E, wearing the "busy" shirt

September 15th, 2019 was not my first time speaking with producers of Unidentified or with Lue Elizondo.  It was Lue who introduced me to the makers of the show after we spoke on the phone in the summer of 2018.  I think it is OK to mention that first producer's name (previously redacted) at this point.  It was Jessica Philipps.  Since then all new people have been in touch with me from the show.  

I started over with this new crew, filling them in on details of my experience and my history with the show, like for example that there was a second witness.  By that point, I had made contact with this other witness, Mike, a year earlier at the request of an associate producer named David.  Mike and I still have not really kept in touch much.  We have traded a few texts.  We played phone tag on voicemail.  We met up for coffee last fall and the fall before.  That is about it.  I owe him a call.

I had to miss watching my sons play football to do this first filmed interview.  I love to watch my kids in their sports.  They are all such better athletes than I ever was as a kid.  Although I can still out-ski any one of them, ha!  I am still a faster runner too - probably.  I may have raced my last race with the kids.  I think I pulled something a few days before my second interview, doing my Usain Bolt impression in a 40-yarder against my youngest kid.  I hereby announce my retirement from sprinting, undefeated!  I may also be retiring from Fortnite as I am undefeated in the first three games in my kids' Clan.  But my kids may have other ideas about that.

Old Brooklyn

The day of the first interview was a beautiful, sunny day, I remember.  It reminded me of September 11, 2001 in many ways.  I was living in Brooklyn back then, on the corner of Dean Street and Sixth Avenue.  A&E's studio where they filmed Unidentified is also on Dean Street.  I was headed back to my old 'hood.

Freddy's Bar Prospect Heights
Me at Dean & 6th, October 1997

Wow!  How things change!  When I lived in that neighborhood, Prospect Heights, there was a cool little joint on the corner called Freddy's Bar.  I did not go in often but it was nice to have it there if I needed to get out of the apartment or if some friends came by.  It was a real laid-back old school dive bar with a beatnik vibe.  The poets and musicians who frequented the place gave it the best bathroom graffiti in New York.  There was a huge back room (really the basement of the building next door) where no-name bands would come and get their start.  Sometimes they would rock the house.  The Jug Addicts were a staple, typical of how it felt to be there.  

Other times, poets read their work at Open Mic Night.  When it was not busy I would bring my dog and she would lay by my feet or sniff around with the other dogs.  This was before the smoking ban so of course everyone smoked.  It was common for people to start a conversation by bumming a cigarette.  The next thing out of their mouths was typically, "I don't really smoke."  Depending on my mood and how snarky I was feeling I might come back with, "You mean, you don't really buy.  You're smoking.  You're a smoker."  That brash, forward familiarity with strangers was commonplace.  It would set the tone for the rest of the conversation or it would send the person away.  It was a win for me either way.  That was Prospect Heights in the 1990's.  I loved that neighborhood.

The Jug Addicts

A block past Freddy's was an open train yard where the Long Island Railroad parked its commuter trains overnight.  You would never park your car on that block because if you did you were liable to come out in the morning and find a junkie sleeping in your back seat and a broken window to deal with.  During the day it was kind of nice because no on lived there so it was quiet, despite being near the intersection of Flatbush Avenue and Atlantic Avenue, two of Brooklyn's busiest streets. But at night, you did not go there.

Otherwise, it was nice, a neighborhood rich in culture - the kind of place where kids were always running around chasing a ball or each other.  Black or Puerto Rican moms stood on the stoops of their brownstones watching over.  There was a large lesbian enclave.  Few cars lined the broken curbs fostering weeds.  The guys at the corner bodega all knew my name.  Joe, the one old Italian guy who never left when the neighborhood changed over in the 1960's and 70's, was always out in the morning.  We would chat for a few minutes every day on my way to catch the #2 Train around the corner.

Today, the rail yard and the junkies are gone.  It is now the home of the Brooklyn Nets.  There is a high-rise apartment building where Freddy's used to be.  Joe, I am sure, is long dead.  I did not see any kids running around or any moms on the stoops.  A little ways up, I did see white couples pushing expensive-looking baby carriages in front of streets lined with shops, which had formerly been vacant or filled with low-rent nail salons and hair extension stores.  The broken curbs had been repaired.  New sidewalks corralled trees instead of weeds.  It was nice to see everything had been rejuvenated, but at the same time, I missed the way it was.  I thought about the families that must have been displaced by higher rents, in the name of "Progress".  Where did they go?

Note, this is not a political commentary - just me reminiscing and ruminating.

I did not have much time to drive around and take everything in.  I did make time to pick up a New York bagel.  I could not find parking by my old favorite shop - even the traffic patterns were all different.  You cannot get from Point A to Point B anymore without zig-zagging around several blocks.  But I was able to find another shop with parking nearby.  There was a line.  I had to wait about fifteen minutes to get my bagel.  I wondered the whole time if I would get a parking ticket.  You never know in New York.  

The Interview

Bagel in hand, I proceeded to A&E.  The block the studio is on is still a bit dilapidated which makes finding a parking spot easier.  I was able to find a spot within a hundred feet of the entrance.  I texted Stephanie or Jaye, the producers I was coordinating with, and let them know I was walking up to the building.  They came out and greeted me and took me to the Green Room.  Wow!  This was really happening.

I was wearing a nice suit that day, with a checkered shirt.  I carried a second, solid-colored shirt, in case they did not like the one I was wearing.  Stephanie thought the checkered pattern might be too busy for the cameras and suggested I put on the solid shirt - good thing I brought it.  I changed in the Green Room.

I was the only one in there except for a make-up girl.  I sat down with my bagel and chatted with her a bit.  I took a selfie for posterity (above).  The make-up lady convinced me to do a bit of light make-up so I would not look washed out on camera.  I did not see that coming.  

It was a long wait for my shoot.  Other guys were being interviewed.  I said hi to one of them when he came into the Green Room to get his stuff but did not introduce myself.  I should have.  It would have been good to get to know some of the other members of the Unidentified "brotherhood".  I could not for the life of me say who that guy was now.  It was a year ago and I only saw him for a brief moment.

Lue Elizondo poked his head in at one point and formally introduced himself to me.  I think that was the point where it all became real for me.  Imagine having had a close encounter while on guard duty in the military and having no one to report it to for (by that point) twenty-seven years!  Being face-to-face with Lue was the culmination of decades of bewilderment as to why no one cared about what I witnessed.  A shot of adrenaline surged through my chest.

Lue came on strong at first.  He is not that tall.  My height can intimidate guys like that.  But I was the one who was back on his heels.  Lue took over the small room and made his presence felt.  He left and I waited some more.

There were a lot of papers to sign.  I was given a little envelope with forty-something dollars to cover gas and tolls.  That was my full pay for appearing on the show, in case anyone was wondering.  I drive a Chevy Suburban which gets 16 miles per gallon, down-hill in a tail wind.  It has a 30 gallon tank.  After the tolls and a fill-up on the way in I think I lost money on the deal.  But whatever - I had never expected to be compensated anything, not even expenses.  I gladly put the cash in my pocket.  

Still, with a lot of time to sit and think in the Green Room I toyed with the idea of what if.  What if I had accepted the offer to stay in a hotel in Manhattan instead of driving down from Connecticut for the day.  My inner Walter Mitty took over and I imagined the other "cast members" dining on steak and red wine in a luxury hotel with crystal chandeliers and thought about what I had missed out on.  But there were things to do at home, my daughter had a softball game, it was not worth the time to spend a couple nights in a hotel when I only lived less than two hours away.  People commute from my town into New York every day.  I know I made the right choice.

When the time for my shoot finally came I was filmed coming into the dark studio.  Everything in the space was black.  I had to watch my step, walking over cables lying across the floor.  I came around a scrim carrying a folder with some service documents and a print-out of the illustration of The Marceau Ship, as I call it * word * and sat down in a chair facing a camera.  Another camera was manned just to my right on a track.  I got mic'd up.

Lue and producer Anthony Lappé both sat just behind the main camera.  This was it.  Showtime!  Lue started the interview.  He asked me a few warm-up questions and continued for maybe ten to fifteen minutes.  Then Anthony took over.  He conducted the rest of the interview.  I did not track the time down to the minute but I want to say the whole interview took a couple hours.  Anthony was pretty thorough.  I must have had a little stage fright at first because about halfway through, Anthony made a remark about how I had loosened up and he wanted to ask me some questions over again.  That surprised me because after my sighting experience nothing really scares me anymore.  I must have been overwhelmed by this being such a pinnacle of my life.

In the end none of that interview was used.  The entire thing was scrapped.  The question of why had been gnawing at me ever since my episode debuted so I reached out to Anthony this morning to ask him why.  Was it because the interview at my house was better or was the interview at the house done because the one in Brooklyn did not turn out well?  Anthony wrote back, "no, not at all! we just wanted a more personal scene w/ you and Lue."  Ha, Occam's Razor.  I pressed Anthony for more details on the day of the shoot but he was not able to comment much more without going through History Channel's PR people.  He simply added that everyone involved with the show, "were all extremely impressed with all the witnesses seriousness and bravery for coming forward. We knew it was a big moment for a lot of you, and wanted to respect that."

Thanks Anthony.  That means a lot.

Lue came to my house nearly six months later to shoot the second interview.  I am glad he did because I think I was much better on camera than in that first one.  He spent more time getting into details that were missed in that first shorter meeting.  I was eager to answer every question.

After the first interview concluded I went back to the Green Room.  Stephanie came by and asked me how I thought it went.  I told her how during my narrative, "I was right back there on that little bench in the woods."  She said, "Yeah, we all were."  Wow!  Really?  I would like to get a copy of that video.  

I grabbed a chicken wrap and a soda from the kitchen and ate in the Green Room.  After sitting there for over half an hour I gathered up my stuff and went out to my car.  I texted Liz, one of the associate producers, or maybe it was Jaye (I cannot find the text), and told them I was leaving.  She wrote back and said to come back to wrap up with Lue.

Cool, I thought.  I was hoping to chat with The Guy from the New York Times Article a bit.  Lue and I met up in the kitchen.  He hoofed down some food while I munched on some chips.  He had a lot to say about the Metamaterials.  I mentioned this in an article last fall, not going into detail other than what was already public knowledge, but confirming that this was a real thing.  I did not mention Lue's name in the article or even where we met.  I simply stated that I had run into someone from TTSA.  Lue's credibility is without question as far as I am concerned.  He has told me everything he would do and did everything he has said.  If he tells me TTSA has these Metamaterials and they are noteworthy I am going to back him up on that.

As I said in that first article Lue, "spoke of the metamaterials not as something he hoped he could get people to believe in - what other people think about it was not even on the radar.  He simply spoke about what it was and what it might be able to do and how important it was to find out more about it."  It was a fun article to write.  Click the Metamaterials link if you have not already read it.

Cypress Hills
My drive home on the Jackie Robinson Parkway

After Lue finished chowing down he had to bolt.  I got out of there too.  The leaves in my yard were not going to rake themselves.  And I had forty bucks burning a hole in my pocket.  I took the long way down the Jackie Robinson Parkway for old time's sake and went out over the Whitestone Bridge.  Then I used my forty bucks to take the kids out for ice cream.

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