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As we pulled into the drive-through register of the hotel, the simple cubic spacing of light and color outside in the Phoenix atmosphere looked, from the air conditioned van, like the signature of a world made out of clear—water crystals and icecream showerstalls — until the sidedoor slid open and one realized that there were hells as formidable as the apparently peerless hell of El Centre where one was raised. Six worn travelers unloaded with surprising speed so as to escape the insistent furnace—blasts of the exterior, quickly located their second-floor hotel rooms in the building beyond the Lobby with its alien—welcome signs —and disappeared behind their respective doors. Tomorrow was another day — Friday the 7th of September in fact, first day of the 4-day event, press conference convening at 11 where one could preliminarily meet and question scheduled speakers...First lectures that day also, then lectures and workshops with one's preselected presenters Saturday through Monday. There were many more speakers than we would be able to catch; mathematically of course, if we divided ourselves evenly we'd be able to cover most of those lecturers in attendance; but, truth to tell, we were just not interested in them all equally; although we did occasionally split duty to cover simultaneous presentations we would more often than not attend a given lecture or workshop en masse, since we were there for specific Ate things. The T-Bird was in fact on a Reconnaissance of more moment than might be suggested by our collective excuse of "r and r". There were objectives formulated beforehand, and though the eyes of that colossus would certainly be alert to extemporaneous cues, it's far—vision had already focused and locked in particular targets from as far back as October of 1989 when the Chronicle first printed a devotedly "UFO" issue. Indeed that fateful issue had been projected for production months prior, when MT had first prophesied to student—staff and crew that October of the decade's last year was to be a hallmark time, not only for the field of "UFOs" in general but insofar as it would prove to be the watershed moment inaugurating a newand accelerated era of interaction between that peculiar subject—matter and the attention of the world—atlarge. October proved auspicious not simply for the Chronicle—publication of its prodigal paper on UFOs (admittedly a human turningpoint insufficiently appreciated by the public—at—large) but primarily for the abrupt explosion into the public purview of left-field themes issuing from unanticipated or unlikely sources: there was the surprise Soviet TASS report carried by international news-service re the public appearance of an alien disc 300 miles south of Moscow (from which "giant pin—headed beings" emerged); there was the sudden exteriorization of data relating to long-term alien/military interaction presented primarily by government scientist Bob Lazar over Las Vegas television, and through joint disclosures issued by William Cooper and John Lear—respectively, ex—U.S. Naval Intelligence Briefing Team member and airforce test pilot (scion of Lear Jet); there was the KORG, Los Angeles radio broadcast in which a member of passive security (code named "Yellow Fruit") from Area 51—Dreamland in Nevada revealed some of the disturbing facts associated with these and similar facilities—all of which served to shake the settled lees around such 80 T-Bird_Vs_The_Flying_saucers.htm The sky was the cool, unblemished blue that precedes a postcard dusk. Of course as it turned out, the fence toward which MT had pointed saw the anticipated ball go soaring over. subjects, accelerating public turbulence to a degree just short of rolling boil.