Should we be good?” I almost always get an answer.

Even if the aliens are short, dour, and sexually obsessed—if they’re here, I want to know about them.

Blacker than the night, the wedge penetrated the darkness. An F 117 raced by, the roar from its engines screaming through the interior of the chopper, and then it sliced away a piece of sky...

I’m a Christian – I really don’t believe in UFOs.

Reality is, you know, the tip of an iceberg of irrationality that we’ve managed to drag ourselves up onto for a few panting moments before we slip back into the sea of the unreal.

I guess I should say a little bit about my method – I really am a fence sitter. I *loathe* Science and am always keen to attack it in most situations, though not here, because...