I just hope no one takes this as bad taste, given where the death happened, but seriously, with what his extra challenge in life was, its just all too apt.
Yesterday was the day, in an ideal world, I would have been in Pine Bush, New York, for their UFO based celebration event. Its fair to say that even if my brain hadnt gone faulty a couple of months ago, I probably wouldnt have got there this year. Assuming that I’m still permitted to fly to the US post neurologist visit next month, it might remain on the calendar for next year, and being realistic, it doesnt look like I will need to book time off work by then. Money might be more of an issue, so if a passing alien has a space in a flying saucer heading to the event then, yes, I’d love to hitch a ride! Hey, having to wear (temporary, or permanent) a full body alien body suit would only be seen as a bonus. But yes, if I do it, regardless of any spacecraft, a really good alien bodysuit will be an absolute must!
Therefore there was a certain amount of irony this morning when I got up, switched on the laptop to discover that one of the most famous Ufologist’s, Stanton Friedman had passed away yesterday at the age of 84. Why the earlier comment? Well, he passed away at Toronto Airport, on his way home from giving a talk. No, he was flying on a standard plane, honest he was!
Never heard of him? Well, in all likelihood, without him, we would never have had the theory of the Roswell incident, back in 1947, when of course its supposed an Alien space craft crashed near Roswell, New Mexico, and the US Government tried to cover it all up. Even today, over 70 years on, the whole area is shrouded in secrecy. No, I wasnt on that craft, but if, according to Eric at least, any of my relatives were, is an entirely different matter, lol! In truth, I doubt we will ever know if they did, or didnt, lets face it.
He worked on classified projects for many years, so if anyone knew, or suspected it was true, he’d be high on the list of candidates.
So RIP Mr Friedman, probably the closest we’ve ever coming to discovering more about the Roswell Incident, and now probably ever will.
I know, the song is about driving home, not flying, but it still rhymes. The other thought I had, looking at the video, at the end of Mental Health Awareness week, is just how apt it is for that too.