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It wasn't until a few years later, while interviewing Dave again, that Chris and I found out that Norm Smith had not only been with Dave in the car and witnessed the object, but had also spent that night searching with the fishermen on the waters of the sound. As a matter of fact, since Norm was the passenger in the car, he had had a better view of the object than Dave. Dave went to the phone to call him, and as luck would have it, Norm was available and as anxious to meet as we were, so Dave invited him over. While we waited for Norm to arrive, we sat around the kitchen table in Dave's house, which had been built on top of a hill on the eastern edge of Shag Harbor village. It had a view of the harbor and the Government Wharf. Even now the jetty was crowded with fishing boats tied up alongside one another, Fe ee ce We both felt at home. Both of our families can be traced back to people who worked on the sea. These people have a strong sense of community and are self-reliant. When you drive through these fishing communities, people will look to see if they know you and give you a wave even if they don't. But these people only seem old fashioned; in reality they are shrewd and hardworking businessmen. When many of us are switching off the late show on television, they are rolling out of bed and going down to their boats at 3:30 or 4:00 A.M. Many of these villages have become retirement areas, bedroom communities, and tourist attractions. You can always spot the home of a fisherman, though, because it's surrounded by lobster pots, fiberglass fish containers, ropes and chains, net floats, and stacks of lobster-pot buoys. Dave Kendricks began telling his story. "I'd been on Cape Island to see my girlfriend. We dropped the girls off around ten-thirty or quarter of eleven and headed back to the harbor. It was a school night for them, so we had orders to have them home early. We were in my old Chevy, driving down through Baffling Woods." "Yeah, we were heading west on Highway Three when Norm said, "Dave, what's that up in the sky?" I asked him where it was, and he pointed up to the right of us, as we drove along. I looked up and you could see four lights, reddish orange in color. They weren't red and they weren't orange, they were sort of a combination, and they were at a forty-five-degree angle from the ground. You could tell they were moving. I'd keep glancing back and forth at them as I drove, and we suddenly came to a corner. As we went around the corner, this thing had gone down low enough so that it was behind the trees. I can't tell you how far away it was, but it appeared to be a mile or two from us. And it looked like something fairly big. What it was I can't tell you." the Atlantic and is joined to the mainland by a causeway. five and six in a row. "Norm Smith was with you at the time?" Chris asked. "Did you end up down by the Moss plant?" Chris asked. "No. I let Norm out at his house and came home. I told my mother about it, then I went to bed." "You were living here in Shag Harbor at the time?" I asked. "Yeah, just down the foot of the hill," Dave explained. "I didn't know any more than that until the next