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Really, I do. My maternal grandmother, Louise Lee, was one of the Gladstone Sisters, an acrobatic Vaudeville act. Her husband, Duke R. Lee, was a carny, sharp shooter, dance man, silent film actor, stunt man, and circus performer in the Tom Mix Circus, along with my father and uncle.He was also in Buffalo Bill’s Wild West show.
On my mother’s side, her relatives included the actors Tamara Shayne and Akim Tamiroff (Akim, it is said, was an inspiration for the Boris Badenov character on the Rocky and Bullwinkle show. I wrote about this for BoA in a 2010 Trickster's Realm.)
The Most Wonderful Time of the Year has come and gone. No, not Christmas, the NCAA Men’s Basketball Tournament. This year was the best ever, seeing my Louisville Cardinals bring home the championship for the first time in twenty-seven years. It was a story that could have been written by a Hollywood studio: a coach looking for redemption after a great personal failing, leading a team to triumph over seven other schools, ailing family members and the most infamous injury in college basketball history.
With no help from the refs, of course.
Yes, I clearly remember where I was that day. I remember crossing the street wearing a wig (from my aunt's beauty salon) and walking towards my other aunt's hardware store in my small hometown. I was 12 years old. I sat there and my aunt showed me the newspaper. I couldn't understand the picture and the scorpion-shaped cloud that the Challenger left in the sky. But as a person who loves all things related with space exploration, I was confused and terrified.
Joy Porter is Professor of Indigenous History within the History Department at Hull University and the author of Native American Freemasonry: Associationalism and Performance in America, a book the historian was writing when she was one of my lecturers at Swansea University back in 2007. I remember once in class the subject of the Freemasons came up (not hard considering George Washington and many other of the founding fathers of the United States were Freemasons) and after class I got into what must have seemed a bit of a odd conversation to the mainstream academic about secret societies, in particular the bizarre antics of Republicans and Democrats inside the Bohemian Grove.
Things seem normal. I heat up a slice of pecan swirl bread with butter, eat it, check out Facebook and other things. Then I hear our dog, Pooka, knocking at a door. It turns out to be the kitchen door. I get up and let her in. I expect her to ask for food, as she normally does when let in the kitchen door, but she doesn't. She seems in a hurry and is quickly out of the kitchen. Then, as I am shutting the door, I notice that the back porch where she was standing is lit up.
Two weeks ago, on a Monday night to be exact, I was almost abducted by Aliens. I learned two things. Two things I always knew and two things I always considered: The weaker you are, the better. Because your free will is your power. And secondly, if you have no faith in anything, you are, in a word, f*cked.
It has taken some years, through trial and tribulation and catching up on all the latest literature, from the ufologists and the scientists and all that's in between to make me come to the conclusion that extraterrestrials are evil. They are the demons of yore.
Of particular interest to me lately has been the incidents that he reported on of firestarters, humans that apparently have the ability to start fires with their minds or in some case can actually breath fire. This fascinates me because we have cases that are allegedly still occurring even today.