OK, it's time for me to come out - I admit it, I've seen a UFO! It was the summer of 1956, a bright sunny afternoon just north of San Diego. Up there; high in the sky - five shiny objects without wings flying in a straight line, non-military formation. UFOs? You bet they were; I could not identify them and they were definitely flying. Of course I believe in UFOs: this universe is simply too big to exist just for little ol' us on planet earth.
Dadburnett, author of Specificity, is a 70-year-old great grandfather, Independent N.T. Minister, full-time RVer, a blogger, and an avid reader who writes for fun and introspection.