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It had been standing there, as they told me, for about 20 minutes. This light was as powerful as a beam from the headlight on a locomotive - if not more powerful. It was so powerful that you could not gaze at the light too long because it would blind your vision. "This thing, this light, had been seen, oh, several times at the reservoir that evening, but no one had paid too much attention to it at the beginning. But then as it stayed in the area and kept circling around the reservoir, it did finally draw the attention of one of my men at the office and also the attention of several police officers in the Wanaque Borough Police Department." "It was a very clear night. Very clear." Chief Casazza is a broad-shouldered, square-chinned man with a kindly but determined bulldog-like expression. He is 61 years old, but is in good physical shape and looks much younger. His appearance is that of an ex-heavy-weight prizefighter and he gives the impression that he had learned long ago never to fool around in the ring - or anywhere else. He wasn't fooling now as he told me: "And the strangest part of it was that there was no noise attached to this object. None whatsoever. It was absolutely silent. A silent light." "What color was this light?" I wanted to know. "It was a bright white light. As I said: just like on a locomotive. It was funnel-shaped. It seemed to come out of some object, like a funnel. In other words, it spread out as if it were focused through a telescope. It was narrow at one end in the sky and spread out into a very wide beam as it approached our upper gate house at the dam." He nodded. "Just like a funnel." "Sort of like an upside down funnel?" I asked. He nodded again, this time with vigor. "That's just exactly what it looked like." "Well, it's pretty hard to tell. Because this seemed to lay a half to three-quarters of a mile across the reservoir, and all that we could see was this beam of light that came out of the sky. It came out like it was being thrown by a telescope and the large end of the funnel of light was right into my face. The sensation was just about the same as looking at the sun too long. It would hazard your vision for a few minutes." "How long did you observe this object?" "Well, I gave up after some minutes because - I'll tell you why: it was so cold." He paused to laugh. "And I wasn't dressed for that weather because I hopped into a vehicle fast and came right down here. But this thing had been around - as I'd been told at that time - for at least 20 minutes. Yet there seemed to be quite a length of time before the thing finally I asked: "At that time, was the sky clear - or was it cloudy?" "In other words," I said, "this wasn't just a flat light? It had a shape." "What kind of motion did it make?" "There was no motion," he said. "It seemed to stay stationary over one spot of the reservoir." "From where you were watching it, how big would you say it was?" He appeared to be puzzled. "You mean the object itself?" "No. The whole thing."