Aliens On Earth.com Resources for those who are stranded here Our Bookstore is OPEN Over 5000 new & used titles, competitively priced! Topics: UFOs - Paranormal - Area 51 - Ghosts - Forteana - Conspiracy - History - Biography - Psychology - Religion - Crime - Health - Geography - Maps - Science - Money - Language - Recreation - Technology - Fiction - Other - New Search... for keyword(s)   in Page Titles in Book Title/Author in Contents of Pages ---other searches--- Metacrawler Yahoo FAST Search Google Altavista Dogpile Inference Find Northern Light IWon.com MSN Search Las Vegas Sun Location: Mothership -> UFO -> Updates -> 1997 -> Jan -> John Velez

UFO UpDates Mailing List

From: Greg Sandow <GSANDOW@prodigy.net>
Date: Sat, 04 Jan 1997 10:26:34 -0500
Fwd Date: Sat, 04 Jan 1997 11:51:45 -0500
Subject: John Velez

John said some extraordinarily generous things about me in a post over a
week ago.

They were so generous, in fact, that I can't bring myself to quote them
now. And, to tell the truth, I didn't know how to acknowledge him, or
respond.

I guess the truth is out (such a horrible truth): John and I are
friends. Most people on this list, of course, won't have had the chance
to meet him in person. I can only say that he's exactly as he appears to
be here: Passionate, honest, smart, focused, and caring, intensely
human, and, damn it, modest! He's one of the few people I've ever met
who never seems to get carried away with his opinion of himself.

As an abduction experiencer, he's a model of sanity. He knows, to the
umpteenth decimal point, the difference between his personal belief that
his experiences are real, and the lack of any scientific proof that this
is so. If any of us could be half that objective on anything even a
quarter so important, we'd be lucky.

I say all this even though he's deserted me in the camp of long-haired
men -- he cut his short not so long ago, rendering me speechless. He's
also guilty of at least one act of credulity. Or was it? Once we had
pizza near his house in Queens, New York, and he pointed out a
storefront across the street. "That's John Gotti's social club!" he told
me.

I stared. Who could blame me? "DON'T LOOK AT IT!" he warned. Now,
really, John...was I gonna get whacked just because I looked?

But then, with John, you always have to ask: Does he know something that
I don't know?

Greg Sandow