I've completed my overhaul of the Betty & Barney Hill case by dividing their drive through New Hampshire into sections.
It was a pretty tough task to plough through this, because no matter whether I look at the overall story or the itty-bitty details, it strikes me as so... disappointing. It's not disappointing that we fallible humans can mistake a beacon for a flying saucer - we do that all the time. But that a legend grew up around such a mundane incident.
Makes you wonder how many of our legends are equally silly.
Anyway, you'll probably notice that the further you progress through these pages, the more apparent in my writing is my fed-uppedness.
I'm blogging about the Three-Dollar Kit.