This is MY blog. It does not have to be about art or art from waste, or gardens from propagation, yadda, yadda. Some of my high school friends have been talking about UFOs. Had an experience years ago, and will lay it down here.
If you google “UFO sightings” you can find the evening. It was August 29, 1979.
I was in grad school, it was summer session, and living about thirty miles from school in DeKalb, Il., it was a short drive really from the close town of Geneva. There was an oil crisis at that time, and I had just bought a 1979 Renault LeCar, without a radio. People were snapping those cars up like crazy even without the stuff you would probably put in a car as accessories. That is part of the story.
Coming home late from a night class, it was hot, and the windows were down. Remember I had no radio. On that road back to Geneva, it was dark, and I don’t remember any little crossroads where lights would be until one was very near the cities of Geneva, Batavia, and St. Charles. So the windows were open and there was no interior noise.
I became aware of lights above me and it seemed strange because there was no associated noise. Total quiet. There were two. They traveled above me, at my speed and hovering. One would leave the site of the car and veer off to the left for a bit, and then come back to the car. The other one would then veer off to the right for a while, then return. They pretty much did this repeatedly for maybe 15 minutes as we were in the most vacant part of the road between DeKalb and Geneva. I remember them being colored, but at this point am not sure of the colors.
The night class ended late, and I had a early class the next day. Decided not to mention this experience, and went right to bed. Up early the next morning, with no time for media, and no radio in the car, my experience was still my own with no input from anyone or anything else.
Got to my job at the slide library in the art department, and there were headlines on the morning paper from Sycamore, Il about UFO sightings all around the area. My commute from Geneva to DeKalb went south of Sycamore.
At that point, I did not feel so crazy! And when experiencing the lights the night before, did not feel afraid.