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Nope. I was speaking at a conference in IL, meeting up w/ a haunted site investigator/friend in Chicago and was lasooed by a production team from the UK for a new show that looks at compelling US treasure legends—in particular the fabled 1790 French Expedition to southern Colorado, etc. Had a great time, the trip was fun and productive and the tight scheduling went off like clockwork....I hope Chris was off exploring that underground city in the Grand Canyon!
Nope. I was speaking at a conference in IL, meeting up w/ a haunted site investigator/friend in Chicago and was lasooed by a production team from the UK for a new show that looks at compelling US treasure legends—in particular the fabled 1790 French Expedition to southern Colorado, etc. Had a great time, the trip was fun and productive and the tight scheduling went off like clockwork.
Silent as in not being there.
Awesome Chris. Can't wait to see what it looks like. Are you still planning on going with JC to check out that possible entrance you found at the Grand Canyon? Did you listen to this episode, if so your thoughts?Nope. I was speaking at a conference in IL, meeting up w/ a haunted site investigator/friend in Chicago and was lasooed by a production team from the UK for a new show that looks at compelling US treasure legends—in particular the fabled 1790 French Expedition to southern Colorado, etc. Had a great time, the trip was fun and productive and the tight scheduling went off like clockwork.
Nope. I was speaking at a conference in IL, meeting up w/ a haunted site investigator/friend in Chicago and was lasooed by a production team from the UK for a new show that looks at compelling US treasure legends—in particular the fabled 1790 French Expedition to southern Colorado, etc. Had a great time, the trip was fun and productive and the tight scheduling went off like clockwork.
“Something happened t o Dale, but I don’t know what it was,” she says. “He came home that day and I never saw him more frightened before. He acted strange, listless. He just sat around. He was very pale.
“Then later, he got real nervous. And he started to run away. He’d just disappear for days and days. I wouldn’t see him.
“OUR MARRIAGE fell apart,” she said. “All sorts of people came to the house. Investigators. Reporters. They kept him up all night. They kept after him, hounding him. They hounded him right into the ground.
“And he changed,” she recalls.
Then one night, Dale came home very late. He isn’t sure what happened. He walked into the living room. There were some other people there. Things were very tense. Very confused.
HE WALKED up to his wife and he grabbed her and shook her. Hard. He kept shaking her. It left big ugly bruises on her arms.
He doesn’t know how or why….
But too much had happened. Too much. That was the end of July. Daneise filed assault and battery charges. They arrested Dale and booked him. Put him in jail.
The night they jailed him, he turned in his badge.
THE LOCAL paper printed a story about how the deputy who chased the flying saucer had been jailed for beating his wife.
When he got out of jail, Dale ran . . . left town, turned his back on everything.
But the saucer followed him, locked in his dreams.
In Ravenna, Daneise can only say, “Dale is a lost soul. And everything is finished for us.”
IN SOLON, Dale told me, “I have become a freak. I’m so damn lonely. Look at me . . . 34 years old and what do I have? Nothing.
“Who knows me? To everyone, I am Dale Spaur, the nut who chased a flying saucer. My father called me several weeks ago. A long time ago, we had a fight. I hadn’t heard from him for years. Then he calls me.
“Do you think he called to ask how I was . . . to say I love you, son . . . to see if I wanted to go fishing, or something? Hell, no. He wanted to know if I’d seen any more flying saucers.”
DALE SPAUR is a bitter lonely man who has lost himself. He is no longer sure he knows who he is.
“I tried to go church for help. I went to church and the minister introduced me to the congregation. ‘We have the man who chased a flying saucer with us today,’ he said.
Dale Spaur wept as he spoke in his motel room in Solon. The tears filled his eyes as he told me what the flying saucer named Floyd had done to him.
He calls it Floyd because he saw it once more while he was still working for the Sheriff’s Department.
THE RADIO operators knew civilians were monitoring their broadcasts. So they agreed to use a code name if the flying saucer was seen again. They called it Floyd . .. Dale Spaur’s middle name.
Dale was driving east on Interstate 80-S one night in June. He looked up. There it was.”Floyd’s here with me,” he whispered into the radio.
Then he parked the car.
TOO MUCH had happened.
He sat in the car, alone. This time Barney Neff w a s not with him. Dale did not look out the window. He lit a cigarette and stared at the floor of the cruiser. He sat there for nearly 15 minutes . . . not looking outside, not wanting to see Floyd.
Then, when he looked up, Floyd had disappeared.
Yet it still follows him. And it has ruined his life. This he believes.