The Fall Of The House Of Fishburn

There weren't supposed to be kids in the Tiger Den.

I was on my way home from work after a busy day with a three-hour webinar from hell. Last year at this time, I'd have stopped to lock up the Tiger Den, the local playground in my neighborhood. But that was in the Before Times, when Coronavirus hadn't closed everything down. The Tiger Den was supposed to be locked to avoid spreading the virus.

But I was seeing it---Gate open, lock missing, and kids playing on the swings. I stopped for a moment and watched. One of the girls from the grocery store across the street was watching, and she said,"I thought the parks were supposed to be closed."
"Yeah, they are," I said. "I should call the mayor." I always feel pretentious saying stuff like that.
I dug my cell phone out of my pack. Five minutes later, Mayor Joel was getting out of his car.
"What the hell?" he said as he approached the gate.
"Yeah, I know," I said. "Lock's completely gone."
He looked it over. "Someone just took it off the chain," he said. "Could be someone making a political statement."
"Yeah, I thought about that."
"I have a temporary one for now," he said. "I'll send somebody to replace it with a better one in the morning." He clipped one on. "I mean, who would do this? Makes me mad."
"Yeah, I knew you wouldn't be thrilled about this."
Joel laughed. "Nah, you did the right thing by letting me know. Thanks."
"You know how to find me if you need anything," I said. "Gonna go home and tell my son how I teamed up with the mayor to save the Tiger Den."

"Dutcavich....Etters....Fegler..."

I stood in my office, filing the obituary cards for the Pennsylvania Room. The Ross Library has newspapers going back as far as 1813, and a new part of my job was to file the new index cards as they came in. I'd been at it maybe an hour.

So I took a break for a moment. Messing with history wears you out. I sat down at my desk and checked my e-mail, and I was surprised to find a message from someone I hadn't heard from in a while.

I flipped through the index, and then stopped, looking at one of the cards. I laughed. Pulling it from the drawer, I walked over to my co-workers at the desk.

"You guys gotta see this," I said. "Death of a kid in 1876. Look at the name."

Mel squinted at the card. "Fishburn. Edgar Allan Poe Fishburn."

"Edgar Allan Poe Fishburn," I repeated. "The perfect find for October. I wonder if his parents were fans."

"You have to assume so," said Barb. 

"Let me guess," said Tracey. "You're going to dig into this a little more."

"I think I will," I admitted. "I might find something I can use on a tour, actually, or write about. I mean, how do you not look into a kid named after Poe? I'll see if I can find his grave, but personally, I'm hoping he's buried under floorboards, or sealed in a wall or something."

"Got an e-mail from John today," I told my wife.
"John...."
"Piper Museum."
"Oh, right, the president," she said. "They want you back?"
"He asked if I'd be willing to take on the Piper newsletter again," I said. "They haven't had one since I left, and he said it was often a pretty good fundraiser."
"You gonna do it?" Michelle asked.
"I'm thinking about it,"  I said.
A few years ago, I'd been curator of an airplane museum on the east end of Lock Haven. Though I'd loved the work, I'd felt I wasn't spending enough time with my son, and I'd resigned two years ago. Since then, I'd gone on to some other things that took up less time.
"I'm going to meet with him," I said. "Sometimes I miss the museum, though not as much as I'd thought I would, and I really miss John. We'll sit down in his office like we used to, and talk things over."
"Are you taking Paul down?"
"Thought I might," I said. "He always loved the place. It'll be good to see the Aztec again."

It had been two years.

I hadn't seen the inside of the Piper Museum since I'd resigned in 2018. I hadn't realized just how much I'd missed it until I walked inside with Paul, seeing all the artifacts and displays again.

"They still have the Super Cruiser model," I said. "I hung this up myself."

The receptionist, Stacey, came around the corner. She was visibly surprised to see me. "Hi, Lou," she said. "What can I do for you?"

"Came to meet with John," I said. "Is he around?"

"He's out to lunch. You remember how that goes."

"I do. I'll get with him later if I have to. Okay if I go walk through the hangar?"

"Sure. Help yourself."

Paul and I walked down to the hangar, and strolled around the planes. I touched the Aztec, which had always been my favorite plane.

Hello, old friend. I've missed you.

"Daddy, don't touch stuff," said Paul.

"Yeah, you're right," I said. "Look. This green one is new---A new Tri-Pacer. This wasn't here when I was."

"Cool," said Paul.

I started with the newspapers.

It took me a while, with the microfilm. The further back you go, the screwier it gets, but I'm probably the person in the county who is most used to that. Finally I found it in a blurry column at the top of page four, the son of Dr. J.H. and Rebecca Fishburn, with a scribble of poem included.

I checked the cemetery records, and to my surprise found most of his family buried in Highland. His mother, brother, and sister were buried in Section 11, over the top of the hill. I checked the rest of the county---Sometimes weird things happen---And didn't find Edgar anywhere. His grave was unmarked, which was probably about right for a kid named after Poe.

So I grabbed a city directory and looked for the houses. Interestingly, his brother had grown up to live on my street, and married the daughter of Mayor William Elliott, who lived next door. His mother had lived at 315 East Main Street.

Every one of them had died young, including Mayor Elliott.

Nevermore.

"Maybe there will be people on top of that building again," Paul commented as we sat down at the table with our Chinese food.

"Maybe." The city had been opening up downtown areas for outdoor dining on the weekends---One little positive effect of the pandemic. Michelle dug into the bag and passed out our food.

"I chose something to surprise you," she said. "Picked it from the spicy menu."

"Looks good," I said. "I could use a little bit of spicy today." I opened the egg rolls. "When we're finished, you want to take a ride up to Highland Cemetery?"

"Yay! Highland!" said Paul.

"We got nothing else to do," Michelle agreed.

After dinner, we rode up to Highland Cemetery in the Prius. Michelle said,"Where are we going?"

"Section I."

"I have no idea where that is."

"Take the lower loop, the back way around to the hill."

"Just tell me when to stop."

"Turn left."

We pulled up along the back end of the cemetery, and I got out. A moment later, Paul was following, wearing his black dress.

"I'm sinking, Daddy," he said.

"That's because you're wearing high heels."

"What are we looking for?"

"Graves with the name Fishburn." This kind of thing is a little easier now that Paul is learning to read.

I saw it almost immediately. Partway up the slope, I spotted the graves of Rebecca and her other children. "Here they are," I said.

Paul came over. "You found Fishtail?"

"These are the ones I needed," I said. "And here's a space, right here...."

"What do we do now?" Paul asked.

I knelt down. "This is where Edgar Allan Poe is buried," I said.

"How do you know?"
"I can tell by looking. See how there's a space here? The grass is a little greener, and the ground takes a dip. This is the grave of a child."

"It looks like I won't be going back to Piper, after all," I said, sitting down at the table. "They hired a new weekend guy, and the board thinks he can do the newsletter."

"Ah, sorry, Dad," said Tif. We were on the third floor of the library for my lunch break. "I know you were looking forward to that."

I unwrapped my sub. "Well, I'll survive. Spend more time at home with Paul. Write another book. Find a few adventures. But it was good to go and visit the place again."

Paul looked over at me. "If they need you to help sometime, will you?"

"Probably," I said. "I always did love that place. If they asked, I'd help."

"Can I come, too?"

"Sure," I said. "You can always come along and help."

"And see the planes?"

"And see the planes."

Personal Space (Conclusion): Roswell That Ends Well

"So you're Lou?" the woman asked.
I nodded at her over the desk. "I'm Lou. What can I do for you?"
"You do ghosts?"
"I do ghosts," I said. "Happens in a lot of libraries."
"You were recommended to me. My son owns a haunted house, and I wanted to find out how to go about researching it."
"Oh, sure. I have a handout about this, actually. I can print you a copy."
"I'm especially interested in finding out the history behind it."
"Yeah, I can help with that," I said. "I'd suggest a trip to the courthouse, and then back here to look up obits. Is it local? There may already be some research done on it."
"It's local," she said. "But I'm not telling you where."
"That's fine, but if it's a building deemed historic, there may be a Historic Resource Survey Form---"
"I'm not going to tell you."
"Okay."
"He took a photo, and there were tons of orbs in it," she said.
I hesitated. "Well, orbs generally aren't very reliable," I said. "They tend to be dust or moisture...."
"No, the place is really haunted," she said. "I'm very sensitive. I have, you know, abilities, and I can tell."
I was absolutely not going to get into a discussion about bullshit psychic abilities. I said,"I'll get you the handout."
I went back to my desk and sat down. As I was bringing up the printout, someone said,"You find my phone yet?"
I looked up. It was the thin guy in white, the insane guy I hadn't seen in a while. I'd hoped he was gone for good.
"Nobody's turned anything in to the Lost and Found," I said. "I'm sure your phone's not here."
"I don't want some terrorist getting it," he said. "You know how you can tell who's a terrorist? They got beady little eyes."
"Uh...."
"You should throw out everyone with beady little eyes."
"I'm pretty sure that's both illegal and logistically difficult."
"I've got the feds working on it," he said. "They're gonna find my phone."
And he retreated to a distant corner of the library to sit down. There should be a limit to how many nuts I have to deal with in one day.

"Lou? Somebody here for you." Mel came into the back room while I was pouring my coffee into my Bigfoot travel mug.
"It's not the whacko in the white robes, right?"
"No, this guy looks normal."
I walked out to the desk. My friend Bill the Photographer was waiting. I said,"Oh, hi, Bill. You're here about your new place."
"I am," he agreed. "My wife and I want to know who built it, and when."
"Let's start by taking a look at the Sanborn Maps," I said.
I led him into the PA Room and pulled out the big maps, setting them on the table. "There, see---That's your place. So we can date it at least back to 1901."
"Cool."
"Hey, Bill....You do drones, right?"
"Yeah, I fly one around."
"You ever see one with a purple light? I saw something, a purple light in the sky, a while back near the Jay Street Bridge."
He thought it over. "Could be. I've never seen a purple one, but you can customize them. Mine has two red lights and two green lights. Where'd you say you saw it?"
"Near the Jay Street Bridge. North end."
"Hmm. Could be. Most of them have a GPS inside, that won't let them enter an airport zone. You can customize it, though, remove the GPS even though it's against the law. But that's far enough away from the airport that it's possible. I guess this doesn't tell you anything much."
"More than I knew," I said. "Thanks for that. Every little bit helps."

I was sitting at my desk and working on a program when she walked in. A woman---Thin, young, dark hair.
"Hi," she said. "Do you have a minute?"
"Sure," I said. "Pull up a chair."
She sat down. She said,"My name is Marissa. I took one of your tours a few years ago. A haunted tour in October? It was great. It basically changed my life. "
"Oh, sure, I remember that one. A talk about a ghost in church changed your life?"
"Well, it made me really think, I learned so much about the area. I have something I needed to ask you about....You seemed to be the right person."
"What can I do for you?"
"I wanted to ask you about something," she said. "A couple of nights ago, I was out walking on the dike. I saw something....I can't figure it out. You study aliens, right?"
"Well, I follow up on UFO sightings, yes."
"I saw a purple light in the sky," she said. "It wasn't a plane."
I stared at her.
"You saw it, too," I said.
"You, too?"
I nodded. "Back in June. Tell me what you saw."
"A purple light in the sky, about nine thirty. Kind of squiggling through the sky, over the river."
"I think you and I saw the same thing," I said. "And I can't explain it, either."
"What can we do?"
"I'm going to keep looking into this, Marissa," I said. "And I promise you, I'll figure out what it was we saw."

I got to work.
It was a warm day out. I turned up the air conditioning in the library. Everything I needed was a few feet from my desk. I began rolling my chair around, doing the research. I had my new shirt with the little alien head on it. Somewhere outside, someone was playing music.

I'm all grown up

But somehow, it feels like I'm pretending

Visions of my younger years, they are buried

But the scenes that play inside of me, are impending

They are never ending...

I checked UFOs In Pennsylvania, a book stashed right behind my desk. No help there; it had some good sightings in it, but mostly Kecksburg. Better than UFOs Above PA, though. I looked at the newspaper indexes. UFO sightings in Lock Haven from 1952 and 1967. Neither one exactly resembled what I'd seen, though the 1967 one was closest.

Where, where, where, where, where are you?

You don't have to look out that window, anymore.

You can just come back to yourself, you can come back to this world.

Where are you? Tell me who heard you. And where are you?

Calls to the local airports, military bases, and any hospital with a helipad yielded nothing. You'll have this. So, ruled out historic incidents, ruled out legal flights....Atmospherics.
I got online to check for atmospheric conditions, and got a little excited for a moment when I discovered a purple light called STEVEs, but the video I found didn't look like what I'd seen. Cool, though.

Such a quiet secret, it hurt too much trying hard to keep it.

Oh, and I looked up to you... I wanted so much to believe in you.

I wanted so much for you to believe it me.

Oh I tried, I tried.

I flipped through one of the library files on the paranormal---We have them. They're usually tucked away in a drawer upstairs, but we have them. Nothing on UFO sightings, but I found one of my own articles.
It was about LHPS, about the time we'd made an appearance in a local coffee shop. Way back when we were just starting out. Me, Theresa, Millie, Kara....All standing together in the front of the room, teaching coffee drinkers about investigating with the rain and the traffic outside.
I looked at that one for a long time.

Where, where, where, where, where are you?

You don't have to look out that window, anymore.

You can just come back to yourself, you can come back to this world.

Where are you? Tell me who heard you. And where are you?

I sat in the living room with Millie, Lacy, Kara, Ashlin, and the two new prospects, Spencer and Julie. The Lock Haven Paranormal Seekers.
"I'll give the new client a call," Kara said, making a note. "What's the date on the Flemington tour?"
"August seventeenth," I said. "It's not exactly an all-hands-on-deck situation; Millie and I can handle it. It's a fundraiser for Millbrook."
"How about the Highland Cemetery one?" Lacy asked.
"September seventh," I said. "I'm working out the logistics on that; it's coming together pretty nicely. I'll make a run up to Highland sometime soon, and scout out the area."
"I think we're going to need another meeting to plan this one," said Kara.
I said,"By the way....The Spiritual Seekers are breaking up."
"Really?" asked Millie.
I nodded. "Saw it on their page. First they seem to have had a falling out, and they've announced the team is no longer together. Couple of them seem to have gotten with a team from out in Northumberland, near Highway Fifteen."
"Aww," said Ashlin.
"Northumberland can have them," I said. "I always knew we'd outlast those bastards."
"I don't know," Ashlin said,"I was getting a few laughs out of them. I expected them to stick around a little longer, at least."
I leaned forward and asked Julie and Spencer,"Do you guys have any questions?"
They glanced at each other, the way couples do before answering anything, and then shrugged. "No," Julie said,"You guys have explained things pretty well."
"Anything else, before we break up?" Millie asked.
"Yeah," I said. I stood up. "Something I gotta say."
I took a step, turned around. "You guys....I been going through some stuff this summer. And I just....Look. You guys....You're my best friends in the world." I turned and faced them all. "And....I know....That I am not the easiest person in the world to care about. So.....Thank you. That's all."
I sat down.
"Yes, you are," said Millie.
"Hey, I've known you for like an hour," said Spencer,"And you seem pretty cool to me."
I smiled at him.
"You sure that's it?" said Kara.
I nodded. "Yeah."

You have to wonder about your lifestyle choices when you spend half your time running around in old cemeteries. I'm not saying it's a bad thing, necessarily, just that it's not something you tend to do after, say, accounting school.
I walked across Section J, top of the hill, middle of the cemetery. Looking down over the hill, I could see William Piper's mausoleum, with the Piper Cub carved in the stone. I gave a rueful smile. The sun was going down, and I was getting a sense of what it would look like for the fundraiser.
I turned and looked to the north, and I saw it.
The purple light---The same one I'd seen back in June. It was north of me, toward the Susquehanna River. And it was moving slowly east.
I bolted after it.
I ran diagonally across Section J, leaping over gravestones as I moved. It was going slowly, but in the sky, so it was outdistancing me. I darted around the stone of Thomas Stewart, then tripped over the Schnell monument and rolled on the grass, hurting my wrist. I got up and kept running, crossing the road.
The light was heading east, out away from the cemetery. I dug in my pack as I ran, sliding my camera out. I dropped the rest of the pack. I ran past Soldiers' Circle, past Dewitt Clinton, past Henry Shoemaker. I stopped behind Peter Meitzler's statue and aimed the camera.
The purple light was out over the river, on the east end of the city. With my aching wrist, I held the camera and hit the button.
The light lowered and disappeared. I stood, breathing hard.
But this time, I'd gotten a picture.

"So," Kara said,"You gonna tell me now?"
"Tell you what?" We were in her car, driving in the dark. I was wearing my LHPS uniform; we'd just  come from the latest meeting.
"Tell me what's been bothering you. You haven't been yourself lately. The whole team has noticed."
"I was hoping you guys wouldn't see that."
"Good luck on that. You gonna talk?"
I sighed. "I have spent most of this summer feeling very alone, Kara."
"Why is that?"
"....I saw something, Kara."
"Uh-huh?"
"A purple light. It was in the sky near the Jay Street Bridge. I can't explain it, and I've been investigating it alone all summer. I haven't had anyone to talk to about this."
"Why didn't you tell us?"
"I didn't think you'd be interested."
"What gave you that idea?"
"When I brought up investigating UFOs, you guys immediately voted it down."
"Lou. We'd have helped you. All you had to do was ask. All we said was that we didn't want to publicize that we're now investigating other things. We never said we wouldn't help you. If you need us, we're there."
"It didn't feel like that."
"We'd have helped. You're so independent sometimes that you forget that. When one of us needs help, the others come running. You know that."
I sat in silence.
"What are you going to do now?" Kara asked.
I looked our the window.
"I'm gonna find out what it was."

I walked across the playground, picking up litter. After over a decade, the local playground called the Tiger Den had been opened to the public, due to the campaigning of a city councilman. Because I lived nearby, I'd volunteered to help lock up the place at night.
I clicked the lock shut and put my Bigfoot multitool keychain in my pocket. My bike was in the alley. I climbed on, and looked ahead down Kite Alley.
There it was again, this time coming out of the mountains by....I did a quick mental check....Castanea. The purple light. It was blinking now, flickering. It began to curve, slowly, looping around and heading roughly northeast.
I rode after it. I'd almost expected it this time.
I kept it in sight as I biked down Bald Eagle Street to Liberty, and then north to Water. The light was still going. I saw it go down and out of sight near Jay Street, but as I hit the bridge, I had a good guess where it was going.
I biked into Riverview Park.
There was a woman sitting under the pavilion, on one of the picnic benches. She had a large black bag at her feet. I got off my bike and walked over to her.
"Did you see it, too?" she asked.
I looked her over.
"See what?" I said.
"The light. The purple light. What do you think that was? You're that paranormal guy from the papers, right? Want to check it out together?"
I glanced at her, the bag.
"Thanks for your e-mail," I commented.
"What?"
"You wrote the initial e-mail reporting this thing, right? You planned all this to get my attention. Well, you've got it."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm betting if I look inside that there bag, I'll see an illegally modified drone with purple lights. You've read my columns, right? Probably saw the PA Wilds column about the UFOs, which gave you the idea. You got my attention by sending me an e-mail describing your sighting, then chose the right time and place to get me to spot it, too---You wouldn't have much trouble figuring out when I'm downtown on a tour; I advertise hell out of that. You made sure I'd see the purple light, and then let me run around half the summer investigating it."
"And you found it," she said. "Now that  I've met you, I'd love to work with you. I want to help research the paranormal, too."
"Not interested."
She looked shocked.
"What? Why not?"
"I don't encourage hoaxes," I said. "Not ever. A hoax casts a bad light on all paranormal investigation. I already have partners....And they'd never fake a sighting."
I turned and walked to my bike. She called,"Wait!"
I got on my bike, and rode away.

"So the whole thing was a hoax," said Biz.
I nodded. "Just a hoax. One desperate woman trying to get my attention."
"Boy. You sure know how to pick 'em."
"I picked nothing. I'd have been happy to skip out."
 Our weekly family dinner was over. I was doing the dishes, Biz leaning on the counter next to me. Michelle has bailed and was watching TV in the other room. Tif and Paul were at the table, playing a game entirely of Paul's devising. It seemed to involve a chess board, dice, and at least one Monopoly piece.
"So how you feeling about that?" asked Biz.
"You know, I hate hoaxers," I said. "I should be pissed off. But somehow, I'm not. I'm okay about it. I solved the mystery. This summer, I did a lot of UFO stuff. I went to Virginia, Maryland, and Kettle Creek. I turned fifty. I'm okay."
I glanced out the window, looking up at the darkening sky.
"You seem like you're doing pretty good."
"I am. And you know what? I think I want to write a book. I don't even know if I'll publish it, but I want to write it. I mean, I'm fifty now, and I may be able to put together something more than just short newspaper articles. During this whole thing, I read at least two books about UFOs, and one was definitely crap. I can do better. I'm gonna write about all the stuff in this area."
"Well. That's cool."
"I'm also working on another piece for the Pennsylvania Wilds," I told her. "The UFO article kicked off a flood of reports, but I'm a bit worn out on UFOs after all that. I'm gonna see if I can stir up something else."
"Yeah? Like what?"
I grinned. "I'm thinking the Jersey Devil."
Biz laughed.
"I'm doing okay," I said. "I'm....You know, I'm at peace."
Paul looked up from the table.
"It's getting dark out now, Daddy," he said. "The alien signal is on!"
"Let's go on alien patrol, then, little man," I said. "Grab the flashlights." I pulled on my black cap with the alien patch on it, and he got his pink one. "Get my equipment!" We headed for the front door. "Let's do this thing! If we don't get out there, the aliens win!"

Personal Space (Part Five): Fifty Shades Of Green

I had my handout on the table, and my lesson on crop circles prepared. For almost six years now, I've been teaching teenagers how to investigate the paranormal. We meet once a month, the group Teen Paranormal, and I teach kids how to responsibly investigate. I'd like to think I'm making a difference.
I was sitting in the Sloan Room with my equipment when one of the kids showed up early. Olivia. She sat down at the table.
"Hey, kid," I said. "We're learning about crop circles and hoaxes tonight."
"Can I talk to you?" she asked.
"Sure," I said. "What's up?"
"I saw something," she said. "Some kind of light."
I sat back in my chair, nodding. "Recently?"
"Couple weeks. My mom says not to tell anyone, because they'll think I'm crazy."
"I don't think you're crazy. Tell me about it."
"We were driving home from Bellefonte. I saw something in the air, flying around. It changed color, from white to red to green, and it moved around different.....Not, like, a plane, they don't turn, you know?"
"I know what you mean, yeah."
"So my mom says to not tell anyone, because it's crazy."
"It's not crazy. You saw a light in the sky; that happens all the time. Trick is to figure out what it was."
"How?"
"Get online and check what's in the area. Look for airports, military bases, drone clubs. If you can get back to the place, check for any scientific anomalies. Since you don't know what you're dealing with, check everything---Radiation, electricity, black light." As I said it, I realized I hadn't done this with my own sighting. "See what results you come up with, and where that leads you. I can loan you some equipment, and help out a little."
Olivia smiled. "Thanks."

After work, I rode down to Jay and Water Streets. I stopped and got out at the spot where I'd seen the purple light in the sky, and got out my equipment.
I'd been acting like a witness, not an investigator. I'd realized that as I'd spoken to Olivia. I hadn't done any tests, I hadn't really looked deeply into it. I began by testing for radiation traces, because that's the most pressing issue if it's there.
I realized just how dependent I'd become on being part of a group. It had been a while since I'd had a big UFO sighting, and I hadn't understood just how dependent on the Piper Museum I'd become. Was a time, I'd have just gone in and asked about flights and drones, and gotten my answers. I'd resigned from Piper last year. LHPS wouldn't help with this. I was on my own.
No radiation. No EMFs. No biological samples I could see anyplace. I was going to have to check later on flights and atmospherics. I packed my equipment back into the pouch.
I got back on my bike and took one more look around. Then I started riding home.
What the hell had I seen?

I was in my home office when my cell phone rang. I hate cell phones, but I'd been expecting this call. I was looking over an e-mail from a woman in Montgomery County who'd found my articles somehow and was asking about a haunting in her place in Norristown. I answered the e-mail.
I fished the phone out of my pocket. I was sitting at my desk, Paul in my lap, my figurines of Bigfoot, an alien, the Loch Ness Monster, and the Mothman sitting on the shelf above.
"Hello."
"Hello, Lou? This is the field researcher with MUFON. I'd like to talk to you about the report you filed."
"Sure." I'd put in a report with the Mutual UFO Network, listing it in their database. Since I'd been having no luck with this one, I'd decided to report it and open the field.
"You did well writing out the report; I only have a couple of questions. Most of the time, people miss things, or don't explain themselves well. You did a good job."
"Oh, thanks." Paul started trying to get my attention. I held up one finger.
"When I look into this, I'm going to call airports and military bases, see what I can rule out. That doesn't mean that I automatically think that's what you saw, but----"
I'd delivered some variation on this speech a thousand times. "You should know that I'm a member of the Lock Haven Paranormal Seekers," I said. "I do know how this goes. I get it."
"Oh! Well, okay, then. Can you describe again what happened?"
"I saw a purple light, moving erratically through the sky. I was looking roughly northeast."
"Did it have any kind of shape, or just a light?"
"No, I couldn't see any shape. It was just a light; aside from the color and the directional change, I would have assumed it's a plane."
"You said you were in Lock Haven. Normally, we try to give the coordinates as best we can figure it out. Would you care to give me a more precise location?"
"Why not? You got my cell number; you already know where to reach me. I was at the corner of Water Street and Sarah's Alley, looking northeast. The light was over the mountains, could have been half a mile off."
"Okay. Thanks. That's about all I need for now. Can I contact you if I have any further questions?"
"Of course."
"Thank you."
I hung up and set my phone down. "What's up, little man?"
Paul pointed toward the hallway. "I think there's a Giwoggle in my bedroom."

"Yes sir. Can I help you?" I stood at the circulation desk, facing the man standing there holding the book.
"Yeah, I have a question." He set the book down on the counter. It was an older printing, yellow cover. "My wife and I have this book. It's a first printing, you can see right here.....It's old, you can tell that. Can you tell me how much it's worth?"
"I can't, sir. I'm not allowed." I've been a museum curator twice in my life. It's one of the things they drill into you during training: Never put a ptice on anything. It can land you in legal trouble. I get people who ask, but I'm not allowed or qualified to price an item.
"Why not?"
"I'm not qualified to say how much," I said. "There's a rule that I can't put a price on things. My advice is to find an appraiser."
"Well, I'd appreciate it if you could give me some idea."
"Not allowed, sir. There's a good book appraiser in Avis, and I'd ask her."
"Well, how much would you pay for it?"
"I really couldn't say."
"I don't know why not."
"I'm not a trained appraiser, sir. My opinion would be meaningless."
"Not to me."
They always push when I say no, but this guy was really trying to press it. Mel was watching with some amusement. "Sir, I'm sorry. I'm not an appraiser, which is what you need. I am not qualified or allowed to discuss money."
He thought it over.
"Can anyone else here give me a....?"
"No, sir, none of us are appraisers."
He took the book and left. Mel said,"Well, that was interesting."
"I get that a couple of times a year. He was worse than most."
"At least he wasn't that guy in the white robes. Where's he been?"
"I don't know. I haven't seen him in two, three weeks."
"Maybe he went back to basketmaking."
I laughed. "I don't have a better explanation."
Mel handed me a copy of UFOs Above PA. "Your ILL book came in. You have it until August nineteenth."
"That should be way more time than I need," I said. "Thanks."
I went back to my desk and re-opened the e-mail from the Montgomery County woman. I couldn't do too much of an investigation from a hundred miles away, but maybe I could find out a few things.
I checked the website for Montgomery County. It had some of the records online. I signed up for an account and went to work. It took me a couple of tries before I figured out how to best search, but I came up with the deeds on the house going back to 1984. I found all the owners names, and then went to check obits.
I found one for the woman who had owned it in 1984, and then checked Findagrave. Her grave was in Montgomery County, and I traced a couple of her relatives. Her daughter had had a baby who'd died in 1986, while the family had still owned the house. Bingo.
I wrote it all up and e-mailed it to the woman. Not perfect, but not bad from halfway across the state.

"Good morning, Daddy!" Paul walked into the bedroom. I sat up in my Chupacabra pajamas, checking the time. Eight-fifteen. He'd gone easy one me. "Happy birthday!"
"Thank you, little man."
"I maded you breakfast in bed!"
He handed me an open Jello packet and a bottle of Gatorade. I smiled. "Thanks, little guy. That was sweet of you."
"Are you going to work today?"
"I am, just a little later."

I was mowing the lawn while Paul splashed around in his pool. My mentor had sent us the pool, a decent twelve-footer, and Paul loved it. I was within sight, getting some mowing done, when I looked up and saw Joel standing on the sidewalk.
Joel was a city councilman and candidate for mayor. I turned off the mower and walked over to him. I'd been expecting him to drop by, and had left him a note on the door. Joel had no reason to think I might be mowing the lawn.
"Glad I caught you," he said. "Here's the key."
He handed me a thick key. I put it on my Bigfoot multi-tool keychain. "Thanks. I'll lock up the playground on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays, and whenever else you need."
"That's a big help." He'd led a fight to get a publicly-funded playground opened to the public again, instead of only the school district. I'd volunteered to help out.
"You know, there's an old law on the books that says the mayor can recruit his own private army," I commented. "I never thought it would be for a playground."
"I'm not the mayor yet," said Joel.
"Wait until November," I said.

When I got to work, there was a box of doughnuts on my desk with a note from Eleanor, one of our best volunteers. I smiled and carried them to the back room---We have a counter that we call the Bermuda Triangle, because anything put there disappears.
Mel and Zach saw me bringing in the doughnuts. "I was wondering if you were going to share them," Mel said.
"Oh god, of course I'm going to share them," I told her. "No way I'm capable of eating a dozen doughnuts singlehandedly."
Zach took a doughnut. "So how does it feel to be fifty, old man?"
"Well, right now I'm gonna gimp off to my desk and set a spell before I forget why I came here," I said. We both laughed. "No, actually, it's not bad. Nothing particularly feels any different."
Nancy, the children's librarian, came in. "Oh, doughnuts!" she said. "I'll just have a quarter of one. Anyone want to split it?"
I grabbed a strawberry doughnut. "I'm going to my desk. I don't need that kind of negativity in my life."
I sat down at my desk.
Nothing feels any different....
My line rang. I picked it up. "Ross Library."
"Hey there," said Resurrection Casey on the other end. "Happy birthday!"
"Hey, Casey. Thanks. You get your bus fare this month?"
"Just came, thanks."
"Anytime. You calling from college?"
"Yeah, I'm between classes. I'm not dumb enough to think I can get you on your cell phone. How you doing?"
"Doing okay. I was just about to make a few calls. I'm following up on a UFO sighting in June."
"Oh, yeah? Who saw a UFO?"
"Well....Me."
"No kidding? At least you don't have to judge the witness reliability."
I laughed. "I guess not. I've been working on this and others half the summer."
"You know what? You've inspired me. It's been a little slow lately. I'm gonna look into some UFOs around here. Know any good ones?"
I brought up the MUFON map on my computer. "Got a black triangle in Walnutport."
"That sounds great. I'm on it. Happy birthday, boss."
"Thanks, Casey. I'm gonna make a few calls about the UFO."
"Have fun. See you!"
I was just getting off the phone when Tif rolled in with her wheelchair, Paul riding on the back. "Happy birthday, Daddy," she said. She handed me a patch. "Got this for you."
It was a nice patch, grey and white, showing the river and the words LOCK HAVEN. I smiled. "Thanks, hon. It's great. I need to figure out where I'm going to wear it."
"Happy birthday, Daddy!" Paul said. Paul loves birthdays. I hugged him.
"Did we come while you're too busy?" Tif asked.
I shook my head. "Nah, just following up on a UFO. Nothing from the airport, Nothing from the military bases. Not that I expected much, but still."
"What's next?"
"Not sure. I got a book through ILL, but it's not as good as I thought it might be. The author reported some interesting sightings, but he dramatized them. He also goes out of his way to discount most explanations, basically blowing off the government testing as a possibility. Hell, government testing probably accounts for half the sightings."
"Have a good birthday anyway. You're fifty!"
"I am well aware that I'm fifty. It's actually been a good day. I ordered myself a new Snallygaster shirt." I was currently wearing the blue one that showed Bigfoot being abducted by a UFO. "Gotta plan for next month. I have a lesson on UFOs coming up, and a couple of fundraisers."
Tif smiled. "That sounds fun."
"We can only hope."

I was at the grocery store after work, which is my usual stop. It's nice having the local grocery halfway between work and home. I was grabbing something to eat, plus stuff for dinner tomorrow.
My fiftieth birthday was almost over. A song began on the speaker system, and I found myself bouncing my head and shoulders to the rhythm.
In my defense, it was "Dancing Queen."
I danced to the music, pushing my cart down the aisle. Anybody could be that guy.....The store was empty, which meant nobody saw the fifty-year-old in the alien hat bopping to the music.
"Who's that girl....Watch that scene....Digging the dancing queen."