Yay, Terry. Incredibly courageous. Even now, in light of imminent disclosure, there is risk sharing. I have always been willing to discuss the subject, after measuring where the other participants' hearts lie, but even if they seemed amenable to the subject, less likely to share a personal experience. I don't like sharing friend's or family experiences, just because those kind of stories have a different flavor. Even now, because of my license and the nature of my employment, it is incredibly risky sharing. I have shared enough in writing, I suppose if anyone truly cared I would likely have already experienced consequences. Just announcing I was going to a UFO-convention in Dallas 2018 resulted in some office jokes. And one direct question from a superior, "What kind of people go to those?" How do you respond to that?

1989, San Antonio, just after sunset, while delivering pizzas, I came to a light and stopped. Above the light was a cigar shaped, heck just blimp shape, with portholes running down the side, other side of the T, above the power lines. That street was Perrin Beitel.

This is the weird part. I saw it. I stopped thinking. I didn't ask 'what's that.' In fact, I looked away. I lowered my gaze and waited anxiously for the light to turn green, just looking up enough I could see a light change in the reflection on the windshield. I couldn't even look directly at the light. I could not make myself look back at it. Light changed, and I am halfway down Perrin Beitel before my mind started questioning, what was that? Why did you look away? I was seriously annoyed with myself and looking for this blimp all the way back. Nothing.

I got back and asked if anyone else had seen the UFO. I probably should have said blimp. Boss told me to go home. I was like no. He insisted. I went home. I am now wondering, even while writing this, if he thought I was smoking something. I didn't. I don't. I might, depending on the report in June. I told my dad. He said, that's interesting. I put it in my journal. And I spent the next few days looking at the paper for anyone else that might have saw my blimp.

That was it. It doesn't necessarily mean anything. If you believe Whitley Strieber, San Antonio is a hot bed of UFO activity. Or government activity. Oh well. But yay you!