posted on Sep, 24 2013 @ 08:55 PM
Back in the mid 1970's I met a guy whose main interests in life (after his family) were U.F.O's, and Electronics. Mike was one of those big jovial
guys who wouldn't hurt a fly, though God help anyone who dared harm his family. He was always tinkering with some sort of gadget he had invented,
something he called "Moon Bounce". Mike and his wife managed the apartment building they lived in, as did my girlfriend and myself. We all became
good friends, and Mike would take me up into the elevator house where he had a little workshop set up where he could persue his hobby, whenever time
allowed.
The first time Mike took me into his shop, I was stunned at the row upon row of those vacuum tubes that once ran our radios and televisions. In
fact I still have a stereo consul and record player that runs on tubes. Although transisters had taken over, Mike still preferred the tubes, saying
the quality was way better for what he needed. Me being an electronics dud, I never knew what he was talking about most of the time, although my ears
did perk up when he mentioned his Moon Bounce. After swearing me to secrecy, Mike explained that his machine (to me it looked like any other old
radio) sent out signals that would bounce off the moon and anything else in between. I laughed and when I jokingly asked how he was able to place any
of his equipment on the moon, he told me I would be shocked to learn what was up there!
It was shortly after that when my girlfriend and I broke up and I sort of drifted around the country for the next three years or so. Upon my
return to town I learned that about a year after I left, Mike suddenly packed up his family and headed back to the States. I've never heard from him
again. I seen his wife in 1985, sitting in the waiting room of our doctor. Talk about surprised! She told me that she and Mike broke up a little over
two years after moving back to the U.S.A., after which she brought the children back to Canada. She was a Canadian lass, and old Mike a U.S. Citizen,
with an aversion to being shot at! All she could tell me about him was that he was for some reason becoming more and more paranoid, until she just
couldn't take any more. I suppose that happens quite frequently with folk who are exceptionally smart, just as Mike was!