Feschino, foreground right, at the "TREE" taking samples
for analysis with a MUFON STAR team.
Analysis was inconclusive...
Hugely unlikely. One would think.
It was like something from of a bad Flash Gordon knock-off, sincerely—that, in 1952, while shooting red beams from its moribund eyes and oozing evil smelling gas, had "spooked a bunch of hillbillies in the hills of West Virginia." Remarkably unremarkable!
I was a fool, eh? Yes, yes I was. I'd been a fool for Mortellaro. Now I was all set to err in the other direction... Such are the uninformed, always judging a book by its cover or first authoritative seeming explanation.
|Friedman, Feschino, Hastings, and Dolan|