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AREA 51 seen one." 59 Witnesses have reported huge vats filled with amber liquid with parts of human bodies being stirred inside. When John Lear came to my home one evening in 1989, he reiter- ated these statements forcefully. It is hard not to like John Lear and not to be impressed by him. He is a man with the credentials of a master pilot, who has flown all over the world, breaking records and going in and out of little-known airstrips in hair-raising situations. One of the three times when the Golden Gate Bridge was closed to traffic, it was to allow John Lear, with a disabled two-engine aircraft, to fly back to San Francisco Airport in thick fog under the bridge ten feet over the ocean waves. He says that many of his missions to strange places the world over were flown on behalf of secret agencies of the U.S. government, notably the CIA. John Lear may be mistaken or misinformed, I told myself as I heard him speak of New Mexico bases and little gray aliens, but he is not lying and he is certainly not an armchair traveler. His exploits are real. Presumably, his contacts are real, too. "Have you ever seen an alien?" I asked him. "No, not personally." "Then how do you know they are here on earth?" "One of my sources works at Area 51 near Nellis Air Force Base. He's "What's his name?" He jumped. "I can't reveal this," he said sternly. "We simply call him Dennis." Lear refused to organize a meeting with Dennis but he urged me to meet his fellow researcher, Bill Cooper, who could tell me more about the aliens. I made arrangements to have dinner with Cooper on my very next trip to Los Angeles.