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100 Sometimes we sales people were able to get rides in the company planes when they were headed home. After the red ball incidents I had such an opportunity. I got onto the little Company-owned Cherokee and placed my portfolio in the area in back of our seats. It was a beautiful day, clear and sunny. Over the city of McAlester, Oklahoma, a freak storm hit us and the plane dipped and began to drop like a rock. All my papers swirled out of the plane’s cabin. The young, confident pilot blanched. For a moment we stared death in the face. We finally escaped the tumultuous clouds and he was able to recover mastery of the plane. That was such a frightening ride that I gave some serious thought to what I was doing. By the time we’d arrived in Tulsa I’d made up my mind that the storm had been a sign that I should put this form of investigation to rest. Anyway, selling paintings of ranches and farms was the hardest job in the world. I’d had it. My last assignment was in Arkansas and after I’d finished there I resigned. It was time to reunite with my family on a daily basis and settle into what became my real UFO investigative job in my own | ee. ine eee house in Turley. That was the year that the hundreds of UFO abduction mid cases began to appear in Oklahoma, Texas, Arkansas and Missouri, so I soon had more than enough work to do, most eu 1 Barbara Bartholic as told to Peggy Fielding of it in my own house.