“It’s all true, Terry – every word,” Sam said. He grabbed the
bottle of rum, finished what was left, then opened another bottle.

“You expect me to believe you were a UFO test pilot in the
Air Force? That’s unbelievable, Sam!”

“Remember when the sitings took place – when that semi
crashed and all the news stations aired it? Here, give me your Blackberry. It’s still archived on some web sites.”

“They couldn’t prove anything, Sam – just like the pictures you
gave them – the experts proved they were hoaxes.”

He loaded up the page on my Blackberry and we huddled
around the display. “Experts? One of the so-called
experts managed a small print shop in Oak Park. Here’s the
video – now watch this”, he said. “It’s the first broadcast from
the crash site. The truck driver says a few things about what he saw.”

Sam waved the Blackberry in my face. “Well? How about that?”

“It proves nothing, Sam,” I said. “A truck driver crashed and
he doesn’t even know what he hit. What does it prove?”