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63 agree to us doing a documentary as well.” I looked at the paper again. I noticed my hand tremble but I paid no attention. We were going to do this no matter what. “All right. Here it is. Room 169. Now smile, and quit being so ” negative.” Even as I gave him instructions on behavior I couldn’t help thinking he might be right. I tapped lightly on the door and put my own smile on. After all, Harold Sherman was world famous. A few moments later, introductions over, I was sitting with my employer and Mr. Harold Sherman, internationally known psychic, author, and para-psychologist. He turned out to be a pleasant, low key, older man with a cherubic face. My producer was looking a little overwhelmed but he was at least making a valiant effort to carry on a conversation. I picked up a magazine from the table next to me and idly thumbed through the pages while I waited for some cue to speak. He hardly needs me, I thoughts as Bill warmed to his subject and began to explain to the psychic why Sherman should agree to do a TV documentary for a new little upstart television production company in Tulsa, ainda Oklahoma. : My God. The voices in the room faded to an unheard monotone as I gazed at the image on the page in front of me. It... It couldn’t be. A sensation of brisk cold, followed by warmth, swept over me. I studied the picture, then allowed the magazine to fall to my lap as scenes from my memory flashed before me. Strange beings in a Missouri attic. An unformed but real figure sitting before the glistening keys of my Grandmother’s huge grand piano. A carpet of emerald green rolling meadows. I continued to stare into the space in front of me as the scenes projected themselves at a quickening pace. Barbara: The Story of a UFO Investigator