posted on Dec, 10 2009 @ 02:13 PM
i hope my post doesnt side-track the topic. while i've been writing this, i notice several replies that i havent read yet... but here is my
This is (I think) my second or third post here. All you pros and grammar nazi’s… be gentle! Hahahaha!
Here is a wild story, at least its wild to me…
When I was about 8 yrs old, I lived in Bell, California. (I’ll throw out “real” details like places and names because I’m sure all parties are
no-longer with us…) Anyways, like I said, I lived in Bell, California on Walker ave., right about the middle of the block between Gage ave. and
Florence. “We” lived in a big house that had olive trees in the back and a fig yard to the north on the same side of the street. Behind our house
and the Olive trees, on the same property was an apartment block of about 5 or 6 apartments. Our landlord, Frank Bruno, lived one property to the
south of us (across a common driveway). He owned his house, the apartment block + plus our house, and the fig yard. He rented 2 apartments in the
back, one to his son, and another to this really really old guy, which is where this story is going.
Frank used to give me a quarter to run items up to this guy. Usually it was plates of food, sometimes it was his mail or whatever. One day, after
doing this for a few months, the old guy (Al??) invited me into his place. He scared the hell outta me. He looked bad, smelled bad, and he was always
in his P-J’s. I knew this guy was knockin on death’s door soon, but a quarter is a quarter (at least it was back in the 70’s) and I was trying
to save up for (don’t laugh…) a pair of ninja climbing claws that were for sale at a local head shop “Psychedelic Sounds” in Maywood, the next
town over. So I step into his place and he says, wait right here… I have something for you, I figured it was something for me to hustle back to
Frank So while I’m standing there for about a minute or 2, I can hear him rustling around in another room. I’m looking around his apartment... It
was a total mess! Newpapers and magazines strategically stacked all around, bottles of medicine, and various trash and crap. So as I’m looking
around, I notice his picture on the wall in uniform. I now know it was an Airforce uniform, but back then, all I knew was it was blue. Yes it had
ribbons, but I really couldn’t tell you what they were or what rank he was.
So, he comes back into the living room and hands me this typical paperback book. (all you long time Sci-fi readers out there, I’m hoping you
pick up on this and hopefully have a copy, as I never actually read it). The book which was all white, had a central circle of artwork on the front
cover. In the circle was either a ¾ picture of the earth or the moon, I honestly can’t remember. It may have even had a small rocket ship next to
the sphere. But what made this book unique was that the edge of the pages (on the 3 exposed sides) was dyed a medium blue, kinda like the gold gilding
of a bible (no, I’m not religious BTW).
Anyhow, he hands me this book and I check it out. I can see it had something to do with space so it had to be cool right? and I was all into that
at my age… G.I. Joe w/ eagle vision and J.J. Hands was sooo passé…after-all, Star Wars had just recently come out and that movie has pretty much
shaped a life-long interest with several topics/forums here and has even followed me professionally. (I have been in aerospace since I was 14, I
currently have an active TS and continue to work in the field, now at age 39). So while I’m looking at it, he starts to tell me that this is a
“story”, but he knows that it’s actually true (at least I know he totally believed it). I didn’t understand what he meant at the time, but I
kinda think I understand now and I still sit on the fence about the topic… I asked him what the book was about and he said it’s about a base on
the moon built by the U.S. and the Russians “On the dark side of the moooon” as he put it. At the time, I really didn’t have a concept of who
the “Russians” were, but as adamant as he was about the whole thing, I knew it was important and I was starting to think he was either a nut and
that I should ease closer to the door or he was trying to tell me something he knew or believed in before he passed on. I can’t say if I do believe
what he had to say. But that’s one of the reasons I’ve held an interest in these topics and have been lurking these boards for years. Is this a
folk story? I don’t know… what I would like to know (now that I’m older…) is, who that old guy was and what he really did in the service AND
since the book had no pictures, and was probably beyond my comprehension, I lost track of it. Can anyone out there dig through their personal
collection and produce it or at least remember and relay what it was about? I’m writing this at work, hopefully I haven’t repeated myself or
abused the common use of the comma! Hahaha!
I’m open to questions
Thanks for your time.