Kecksburgh UFO's, Clinton aids and Nazi Acorns

One winter night in 1965, eyewitnesses saw a fireball streak over North America, bank, turn and appear to crash in western Pennsylvania. Then swarms of military personnel combed the area and a tarp-covered flatbed truck rumbled out of the woods. Now a former White House chief of staff and an international investigative journalist want to know what the Pentagon knows, calling on it to release classified files about that and other incidents involving unidentified flying objects, or UFOs.

15 hours ago, according to the Associated Press, “NASA has agreed to search its archives once again for documents on a 1965 UFO incident in Pennsylvania, a step the space agency fought in federal court. The government has refused to open its files about what, if anything, moved across the sky and crashed in the woods near Kecksburg, Pa., 40 miles southeast of Pittsburgh”.

The AP article continues its perky narrative, stating “Traffic was tied up in the area as curiosity seekers drove to the area, only to be kept away from the crash site by soldiers.

The Air Force's explanation for the unidentified flying object: a meteor or meteors.

"They could not find anything," one Air Force memo stated after a late-night search on Dec. 9, 1965. Several NASA employees also were reported to have been at the scene.

Eyewitnesses said a flatbed truck drove away a large object shaped like an acorn and about the size of a Volkswagen bus. A mock-up based on the descriptions of local residents sits behind the Kecksburg Volunteer Fire Department.

UFO enthusiasts refused to let the matter die and journalist Leslie Kean of New York City sued NASA four years ago for information.

"This is about the public's right to know," Kean said. "We would be doing this lawsuit regardless of whether UFO groups were interested in it or not. It's a freedom of information issue."

The agency has turned over several stacks of documents which Kean says are not responsive to the request, an argument that U.S. District Judge Emmet Sullivan agreed with.

In March, Sullivan rejected NASA's request to throw the case out of court, resulting in negotiations that led to the agency promising last week that it will conduct a more comprehensive search.

Kean said Friday that she sued NASA rather than the Army because the space agency a decade ago released some relevant documents on the case.” 1

I find it peculiar that people are still enchanted by UFOs. Kecksburgh is only a short distance from me, as it so happens. I might delight my dear Readers by driving out into the Pennsylvania woods and snapping some photographs of the model. I will return home, claim to have been impregnated by bigfoot’s love child, and sell the story to the National Enquirer for hundreds of dollars.

I poked about the 3w and found an article by Richard Stenger (CNN) dated October 22, 2002, and titled “Clinton aid slams Pentagon’s UFO secrecy.”

“Now a former White House chief of staff and an international investigative journalist want to know what the Pentagon knows, calling on it to release classified files about that and other incidents involving unidentified flying objects, or UFOs.

"It is time for the government to declassify records that are more than 25 years old and to provide scientists with data that will assist in determining the real nature of this phenomenon," ex-Clinton aide John Podesta said Tuesday.

A Pentagon spokesperson could not be reached for comment regarding the requests for information.

Despite earning little credence, cases of strange aerial phenomena that defy explanation abound -- whether witnessed by thousands of Arizona residents, commercial airline pilots or a U.S. president.

The new initiative is not setting out to prove the existence of aliens. Rather the group wants to legitimize the scientific investigation of unexplained aerial phenomena.

Podesta was one of numerous political and media heavyweights on hand in Washington, D.C., to announce a new group to gain access to secret government records about UFOs.

Specifically, the Coalition for Freedom of Information (CFI) is pressing the Air Force for documents involving Project Moon Dust and Operation Blue Fly, clandestine operations reported to have existed decades ago to investigate UFOs and retrieve objects of unknown origins.

Mysterious case?
One of the most mysterious cases, the Kecksburg, Pennsylvania incident of December 5, 1965, is the first cited in the group's request for records through the Freedom of Information Act (FOIA).

Despite an official government story that the object was a meteorite, some eyewitnesses claimed that a military truck took an acorn-shaped object the size of a small car from the rural Pennsylvania crash site to an Air Force base in Ohio.

"We can't come up with a reason why this information is being withheld. The government won't even acknowledge that the incident took place but we know that it did," said Leslie Kean, a California-based freelance reporter who drafted the FOIA request.

In the 1940s, 1950s and 1960s, the government did take the UFO search seriously and top generals considered the pros and cons of informing the U.S. public, Kean said, citing top secret memos.

In 1969, however, the Air Force terminated Project Blue Book, concluding that no reported UFOs were threats to national security.

Paradoxically, Kean notes, the military continues to deny some requests for UFO information by citing national security concerns.

Trying to stamp out ridicule
Backed by the Sci-Fi channel, the CFI hopes to reduce the scientific ridicule factor in this country when the topic is UFOs.

"There's definitely evidence of strange phenomenon in the world. These are well documented," said Kean, who has written for The Nation, the Boston Globe and the International Herald Tribune.

"Most people don't think that there is evidence because they haven't look for it. There's such a little green men mindset in this culture. It's hard to work your way through that."

The CFI director Ed Rothschild also works for Podesta's public relations firm, PodestaMattoon, which is coordinating the new group at the behest of the Sci- Fi channel. He said the initiative was a call for serious investigation, not a publicity stunt for the cable network.

"The Sci-Fi channel has had an interest in [UFOs] for some time. The difference here is that they are focusing attention on the serious, factual side of the issue, and that scientists have not had a chance to thoroughly examine it," Rothschild said.

"Of course it could help programming. But Sci-Fi thought they had some resources they could bring to the table." 2

Clinton aides are involved. This does not surprise us. We are surprised because this aid was not listed as having burrowed into Clinton’s pants. We have unearthed the deepest conspiracy to date by proving that there was at least one aid that remained chaste during his administration, dear Readers. Rejoice!

One of the more ludicrous theories states that the PA UFO was, in fact, a Nazi secret weapon. The full story can be found at THE KECKSBURG ACORN RINGS THE BELL. I really haven't any aspiration to paste it here although I do find it fascinating and more engaging than the two news articles.

The fact is that I live near a UFO landing site (or the site where a nosecone tumbled to earth mid-flight, or a town where people need to lay off the moonshine. Take your pick.)

1 Associated Press, October 27, 2007 NASA to search files on ’65 UFO incident
2 Richard Stenger, CNN, October 22, 2002 Clinton aide slams Pentagon's UFO secrecy

The Moon

The moon hung low in the sky last night, spherical and pure and clad in a prismatic halo (we called those “moon doggies” when I was a child.) Indeed, I could not recall Luna appearing so pristinely white. She outstripped the satin of a virginal bride’s gown; the glow of new fallen snow in deep winter would seem tainted and dim in comparison. She hung like a pregnant goddess swollen with the promise of autumn and danced coyly behind the remnants of the wispy clouds.

I stood there, ignorant of the wind’s chilly bite upon my skin. I stood steadfast and as still as a deer contemplating the safety of a meadow. I stood and took notice of the breeze rustling the leaves and the echoing click of a dog’s toenails on the wooden deck. I gazed ever upward, mesmerized by the purity of the moment as well as my own realization that I was insignificant within the vastness of our entire universe.

The moon, for her part, remained impartial. She glowed and I resigned myself to simply admiring her.

Sunday Scribblings #82: Hospital

1242, "shelter for the needy," from O.Fr. hospital "hostel," from L.L. hospitale "guest-house, inn," neut. of L. adj. hospitalis "of a guest or host," from hospes (gen. hospitis); see host (1). Later "charitable institution to house and maintain the needy" (1418); sense of "institution for sick people" is first recorded 1549. Hospitalize is from 1901, "Freq(uently) commented on as an unhappy formation" [OED].

My translation: that which occupies much of your time during a period in your life when you would rather be at home in your own bed instead of poked and prodded to the point of being more physically ill than when you entered the building. Should the surroundings not cause you discomfort, the bill will certainly bring on heart failure.

I have seen my share of them.
(Much thanks to If you would like to see the images that they have available, please feel free to visit them. YES, Autrice violated copyright law and "borrowed" the cartoon.)

Are You Honest?

Are You Honest?

This test only has one question, but it's a very important one. By giving an honest answer, you will discover where you stand morally. The test features an unlikely, completely fictional situation in which you will have to make a decision. Remember that your answer needs to be honest, yet spontaneous.

Please scroll down slowly and give due consideration to each line.


You are in Florida , Miami to be specific. There is chaos all around you caused by a hurricane with severe flooding. This is a flood of biblical proportions. You are a photojournalist working for a major newspaper, and you're caught in the middle of this epic disaster. The situation is nearly
hopeless. You're trying to shoot career-making photos.

There are houses and people swirling around you, some disappearing under the water. Nature is unleashing all of its destructive furor.


Suddenly you see a woman in the water. She is fighting for her life, trying not to be taken down with the debris. You move closer. Somehow the woman looks familiar. You suddenly realize who it is. It's Hillary Clinton! At the same time you notice that the raging waters are about to take her under forever.

You have two options:

You can save the life of Hillary Clinton or you can shoot a dramatic Pulitzer Prize winning photo, documenting the death of one of the world's most powerful and brilliant women.


Here's the question, and please give an honest answer....

Would you select high contrast color film, or would you go with the classic simplicity of black and white?

TV Wars, IV

If there is one exasperating thing in my life, it is that the idiot box is currently located in my office. I have tried to get Better Half to see the light concerning this disruptive device. This morning was no exception.

Ideally, the idiot box would be situated in the living room. Although I loath the idea of having my living room “trashed” by daily living, it would be worth the hassle of daily cleaning if only to grant me the ability to work in my office sans any distractions.

I have been outlining my novel for some time now and thought I would sit down and scrape out a rough draft of the first chapter. Better Half awoke whilst I was taking a break, plunked himself down in the room, and proceeded to scan the “free movies” selections being offered on Comcast digital today. He would, of course, pick the hokiest 1960’s comedy western (replete with asinine mouth-harp twang music and a squeaky-voiced female lead) and persist in watching it. Needless to say, I found it more than distracting.

I did voice my objection, which met with momentous resistance and a snide “Mornings are my time on the computer” remark. By this time, I am completely out of my writing mindset and I can not focus on the emotional elements that I am trying to convey in the first chapter. (I have turned to blogging my frustration instead.) I am pissed, frankly.

Pissed: synonymous with livid, fuming, irate, incensed, furious, more irate than a bag of rabid cats.

It shall pass. I know that he didn't do it on purpose.


A Quiz

This came in from MoosooPerk. Thanks, doll! (My mother can slap me later for publishing it.)

An engineering professor is treating her husband, a loan officer, to dinner for finally giving in to her pleas to shave off the scraggly beard he grew on vacation. His favorite restaurant is a casual place where they both feel comfortable in slacks and cotton/polyester-blend golf shirts. But, as always, she wears the gold and pearl pendant he gave her the day her divorce decree was final. They're laughing over their menus because they know he always ends up diving into a giant plate of ribs but she won't be talked into anything more fattening than shrimp.

Quiz: How many biblical prohibitions are they violating? Well, wives are supposed to be 'submissive' to their husbands (I Peter 3:1). And all women are forbidden to teach men (I Timothy 2:12), wear gold or pearls (I Timothy 2:9) or dress in clothing that 'pertains to a man' (Deuteronomy 22:5). Shellfish and pork are definitely out (Leviticus 11:7, 10) as are usury (Deuteronomy 23:19), shaving (Leviticus 19:27) and clothes of more than one fabric (Leviticus 19:19). And since the Bible rarely recognizes divorce, they're committing adultery, which carries the rather harsh penalty of death by stoning (Deuteronomy 22:22).

So why are they having such a good time? Probably because they wouldn't think of worrying about rules that seem absurd, anachronistic or - at best - unrealistic. Yet this same modern-day couple could easily be among the millions of Americans who never hesitate to lean on the Bible to justify their own anti-gay attitudes. ~Deb Price

A Slow Friday

There are a few indications that fall weather has finally arrived. One need not step outside or switch over to the weather channel on television. One need only look around our house.

The first indication is the appearance of our breath in mist form (as Better Half always waits until icicles take shape on his moustache before switching the AC to heat.) As it so happens, Better Half switched over to the furnace an hour ago. Will wonders never cease?

The second indication would be the flocking of animals to our bed at night. No, dear Readers, Better Half does not perform a Tarzan shout to draw them in. They simply come. Five dogs and two cats will inexplicably creep from the snowy banks surrounding our bed and make themselves quite at home on top of the comforter (or under it.) It is one thing to wake up in the early morning sunlight and see your husband smiling at you. It is quite another to roll over and see a greyhound smiling at you.

My body rejoices as the furnace air surrounds my skin. My muscles and joints are loosening up and my hands and ears no longer sting. I love cold weather but my body has little tolerance for it.

I am still taking the Chantix (Varenicline) tablets. The results are impressive. It does in fact do as advertised and my cravings have been cut down to soft nicotine fits once every so often. The medication is not a nicotine substitute – one simply finds that they quit “cold turkey” after a week. You forget to smoke. Granted, I did finish off my last pack of cigarettes two days ago (ten days into the program) but that pack lasted me a week and I would not have bothered had they not been in the house.

My “everyday” eyeglasses frames have broken and I am barely tolerating my “dressy” frames. They are heavier and, although they look good, wearing them throughout the day leaves an impression on my nose.

Really, it is slow around here and I haven’t much else to report (that I would want public.)

A no-prompt prompt


Hello World!

It has been quite some time since my last sincere post. I will not bore you with the details, darlings (as if anyone actually still reads my blog, no thanks to my continuous prolonged absences.)

I am delighted to report that we did manage to get our outside decorating completed. The Grapes of Wrath are now adorned with their fall leaves, the back deck is now clear of all furniture and various bits (we did not have much of an opportunity to utilize it last season.) The downstairs living room and dining room have been set up, miscellaneous furnishings are now in the garage, and I am ready for the holidays.

Better Half tends to take a lazy route when I am not up to speed. This usually manifests in his apparent inability to actually groom himself. I have been living with a mad science project – a botched cloning attempt to merge Grizzly Adams and Attila the Hun, mixed with a smattering of cactus and wire terrier cells. I put my foot down today and hauled him into the bathroom, whereupon I plucked the caterpillar on his forehead, tackled the wispy thinning remnants of his hair, and shaved his face.

I have always enjoyed shaving Better Half. It was one of our rituals when we were first married. I have also suspected that, had I not made the endeavor all these years, I would now be trapped in wedlock with a human beard. Not a well groomed beard, mind you, but rather a thatch of facial hair resembling a dying juniper.

Regardless, the Upper Ohio Valley Camera Club meeting is tonight and it is important that Better Half appear human. I would rather people see him as his ex-Navy SEAL self rather than as a bum looking for the soup kitchen. He appears ten years younger when he is truly groomed.

We heard the most pleasant news this weekend: Better Half’s father might fly out for Christmas. We are optimistically thrilled at the prospect. I have wanted Dad to visit for Christmas for years and it would be absolutely fabulous to have him celebrate with us this year. We are already planning a holiday menu, replete with either goose or duck and a variety of treats from the Market District in Pittsburgh.

My parents are well. I miss them terribly and would give anything to have them also visit for Christmas but I know that a visit would not be feasible, as my father does not have much in the way of vacation time. They could always fly up but I do not think that my mother would consent to boarding her Maltese. However, a large part of my heart would dearly love this “gift” more than any material things that they could ship me.

I began my prescription for Chantix on Sunday. It states that I will loose the urge to smoke after four days (we shall see) but that I should plan on quitting seven days after the start of the medication. I have had no adverse reactions to the pill but I have found that I am able to go longer between cigarettes (which is an accomplishment as I am a brutal chain-smoker.)

I’m hoping to catch up with AnnieElf and RoadChick this week via their blogs. I did speak to TFMM last night; hearing his voice always cheers me up. It is quite melodious and I appreciate his intelligence.

It is nearly time for the meeting and I have some work to finish up. Thank you to all who have sent emails and stayed in touch.