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113 gorgeous hardwoods, built in the fixtures we would need and made it as luxurious and comfortable as we could. We could see, almost taste, our life as it would soon be, out on the water in our concrete dream. The day I left Jacques Vallee at LaGuardia Airport in New York, I didn’t know that this was the last time I would ever see him. We stood together outside in front of the terminal. He was one of the few men that I had to look up to because he was so tall. As always he was dressed perfectly. He had, in our years together, always been sweet, kind and loving to me, no matter where we were or what our situation, even when I’d done something outrageous such as spray cream on his impeccable clothing. I got on my plane for Tulsa, not knowing what I would find when I landed in Oklahoma. What I found was complete chaos. When I drove up into the yard, the whole back pasture was alight. Fire trucks were everywhere. I walked into the house and the telephone was ringing. I picked up the instrument and it was Jacques. «orm > 1 tro aoa 4 1 “They’ve burned our car, our big building and our boat, Jacques. The firemen are here right now. I ignored their warnings and now see what I’ve done.” He said something that surprised me when he told me that he now believed that these accidents were happening because of our partnership. “It is no longer safe for us to work together.” he said. I hung up to go at once to see if I could help but the damage was done. Our yacht and the protective building which had covered | it were completely destroyed. Of ween Wee LA tee course, we had no insurance. A friend confided in me later that Jacques had told him he was really upset that our partnership could be the reason for such a serious accident. One of the things he said to me was, “Perhaps when this UFO business reaches a different level, we can again work together.” Sometimes I’ve Barbara: The Story of a UFO Investigator