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61 permission. I made myself join the two of them in the studio and once again I explained about the warning I’d been given by Bo and Peep about showing the tape without their permission. Neither of the men paid the slightest bit of attention to my words. As the film started I again felt the hair on the back of my neck rise in fear and at that very second the hugely expensive studio television camera/set blew up and caught fire. Luckily, we had copies of the tape so that much was Tescued from the disaster. It took a long eons wwoad time for Bill to get over that loss. I continued happily working with Bill Blair in his new production studio. I still wanted to slip in a few interesting UFO people now and again and he seemed interested. However, my next objective shocked my producer. When he heard that I wanted to interview author Harold Sherman, he called me into his office. Inwardly I was quaking. I remembered, vividly, the last time I’d been required to confer in a producer’s office. Something like being sent to the Principal’s office, I thought. “Barbara, I don’t want you to fool around any more with this hopeless thing. Can’t we find someone else to an psychic investigators in the world! And he’s going to be in Little Rock, Arkansas.” I lifted my hands in a gesture that meant I was begging for this opportunity. “That’s practically next door. We may never have another chance like this. We have to do at least a short piece on him, don’t abt orass “That’s you think?” aro My boss laid his head on his arms on his desk in a moment of silence then finally raised his head to look at me. He stared at me for a long beat. I had to feel sorry for him but I couldn’t give up this dream. “Barbara, you’re going to be the death of me yet but I guess you’re right.” He shook his head in doubt. “Harold Sherman is big. Why he would let an unknown little studio Barbara: The Story of a UFO Investigator