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111 they crossed a railway crossing where shrubs had grown to cover the warning sign. There was no whistle, there were no lights on the engine, and the locomotive hit Katha’s car broadside. We later learned it had been an unscheduled run for the train. The engineer had been drinking and he threw out his bottle after he’d rammed into the side of my daughter’s car. He had just been taking a “joy ride.” Luckily, neither she nor her friend were killed but Katha was seriously injured. Her friend had a few bruises and scratches. The engine’s number ended with the numbers, “69.” We took both of the girls to Hillcrest Hospital in Tulsa. They looked at Katha and took no X-rays even though she had an indentation on her temple which was the size of half an egg. Three days later an unknown lawyer appeared at our door and told us to take Katha to a doctor. We did and the doctor found that the girl’s cheekbones were broken, her nose broken and the bones around her eyes, were broken. A bone in her neck was also broken. I took photographs of each of the injuries and instead of putting the film into my bag I held it in my lap, ready to deliver to the film kiosk. When I stepped out of the car the film fell out, unrolled itself and lay exposed across the pavement. Later when I spoke to Jacques about the accident he still insisted there cont : »” HEH During the years when we had the gallery, then when I’'d gone to work for Bill Blair, then all during the years of the investigations in partnership with Jacques Vallee, my husband Bob was also following a dream of his own. I bought into his dream psychically but also helped him physically and spiritually. He is an artist so he continued to pursue his art. He also always wanted to live on the ocean with our family. I fell in with his plans because I too loved Barbara: The Story of a UFO Investigator was, “No connection.”