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On the Trail of the Little Greys

by Margaret T. Minnick

I have always believed in the insignificance of the human race. We are but one species of many inhabiting our planet. And our planet is but one of many life-supporting planets in the universe. I do not recall ever doubting the existence of other, more intelligent beings from distant worlds.

I have entertained the thought that some UFOs may be ships from other planets. "Are these alien abductions actually REAL?" has even been the subject for some genuine thought from time to time. Sleeping alone in my apartment, I have occasionally awakened very frightened, quickly turning on the light to make certain no aliens were silently approaching.

Usually, after some time with the light on, I am able to convince myself I am irrationally frightened, probably "due to stress", and that it's no different than when I was four years old and convinced Darth Vader was hiding in the dark corner of my bedroom, quietly breathing. Still, there are times when I feel that only when I know for sure will I not worry that the little grey aliens are out there.

As we drove along highway 70, approaching Roswell, New Mexico, I began to worry a bit. I started to wonder if the UFO Museum we were planning to visit would present me with some evidence that would convince me of an alien presence on Earth. Would I meet someone who would prove to me that they are real?

Roswell seemed surprisingly unaware of its UFO heritage. The only decorative flying saucer in the place was at the UFO museum. Part of me had expected wide-eyed, other-worldly inhabitants who knew. I was relieved, yet somewhat disappointed, to find just a nice southwestern town specializing in Mexican food, gun shops, and teenage mothers.

Still, I kind of hoped, despite my fear, that the UFO Museum would hold some indisputable evidence. Instead, it was a lot like those unconvincing books of UFO pictures, just three-dimensional and full of tourists. Even the old lady volunteers there were a disappointment. They were wildly enthusiastic in a "Praise Jesus!" kind of a way. Apparently you just have to "let go and believe." Reminds me of those on-campus Christian groups. To both those groups, what I have to say is: Get some hard evidence, then maybe we'll talk.

And the way these ladies talk about aliens, you'd think they were in love: "Over here we have a model of one of the little aliens who crashed here in 1947..." If they could get their hands on a real one, they'd probably take it home, put a bow around its neck, and hug it to the point of suffocation. Kind of makes you wonder precisely what motivates their beliefs.

Nonetheless, I felt the need to further explore the infamous Roswell Incident. It does seem kind of fishy, after all, with that obvious weather balloon lie. So I bought the cheapest book on it in the gift shop, The Roswell Incident, by Charles Berlitz and William L. Moore, and we pushed on.

The folks in Rachel, Nevada really added to the damper which Roswell had put on my hope that there might be some rational, convincing people with good evidence for the little greys. The people at the Little A 'Le' Inn actually believe that this Las Vegas woman, Kathleen Ford, has taken photographs of "invisible orbs" (obviously lens reflections) near the black mailbox, a legendary Area 51 landmark.

Apparently, she can "sense" when the orbs are near. Wildly photographing her seemingly normal surroundings, she occasionally captures a stunning portrait of an orb. This is presented as evidence for the existence of aliens in the area. I mean, come on!

Alongside the groundbreaking orb photos hang the typical flying hubcap collection of UFO photos. Other than a bunch of books by obviously deranged folks about their good buddy Zoltar from Planet X, there isn't a whole lot of "evidence." At least I slept more easily than I'd expected.

Even that book, The Roswell Incident, was a disappointment. Sure, it had what I wanted in terms of interviews with folks who'd seen the desert strewn with dead little greys. There were the Air Force folks who'd examined "synthesized" materials from the crash not known on this planet, like the metal as thin as foil which could not be creased or torn.

Unfortunately, it also contained a rather lengthy section on the probability of an alien colony on the dark side of the moon, complete with descriptions of large antennae on the surface and a lurking mothership. Oh well, I guess you just can't get any information on the interesting stuff without a whole lot of obvious B.S. thrown in. I'm starting to feel like the interesting stuff might just be the stuff I'm sucker enough to believe.

The last thing I expected from this fact-finding mission was to be cured of my nightmares. What a pleasant surprise.

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