Searcher- I wasn't offended at all. I, in turn, apologize if I sounded like I was. I know the incident bugs him like crazy, but he isn't shy about talking about it or any of the other things that have happened. I almost think he may be a repeat abductee.
I'll check with my father about the year. I know for sure it would have been the early fifties. He married my mother in the mid fifties, and had known her for a couple of years before that. She had never left San Jose, California before that.
Around Little America, Wyoming, my father witnessed a landing. This was before the light incident and after Roswell (he remembers the headlines and some preliminary reports from a buddy of his in the Air Force). He says he had been driving a 1949 or 1950 Ford. It was pretty new, to give an idea about the date. He was headed west for Denver and decided to pull over and catch some shuteye before he got too sleepy to drive. (important: "BEFORE he got too sleepy", he swears he wasn't so sleepy as to hallucinate) He leaned his head back and started counting stars to help him sleep. Suddenly, one star started getting brighter. He then realized that it wasn't getting brighter, but closer. At first, he thought it was a meteorite headed for his car. He grabbed the key and gave it a turn, but it wouldn't start. The car had been running just minutes before. Then a disc-shaped object landed less than 100 yards away, hovering over the highway. It glowed a bright blue and extended legs down to the surface. As one side was over a small rock wall, the legs extended unevenly, but held the disc level. As he watched, a beam of light-blue light came down from the center of the craft, lowering with it three humanoid figures. He describes them as looking robotic, with no legs, but a slightly flared lower half. Up until this point, he had considered getting out of the car. Now, he admits openly, he was scared to breathe lest they see him. Two of the figures did indeed proceed forward, but stopped before leaving the underneath of the disc. The third one went to one of the legs. (He laughs about it, saying "He must have had to piss.") After a few moments, all three simultaneously returned to the light blue beam and went back up into the disc, which then took off at a phenomenal rate for the sky. He lost sight of it within moments.
My father then decided that sleep wasn't so important after all. He started the car (which kicked over on the first spin) and gunned it for the nearest town, determined to find a cop. After miles of seeing nobody, he began to wonder what he was going to tell the cop if he found one. He knew he'd be laughed out of the state. Instead he focused on Denver. He wanted off that highway badly.
That's the Little America story. There have been other stories, one of which my mother (RIP)was witness to. It's a little shorter, but I've gone on long enough for right now. I have my own share of strangeness, and one of my brothers used to be prone to nosebleeds until he sneezed out a piece of metal. Another used to have nightmares of the big-eyed men coming to take him. (I wasn't told of this one until my parents saw me getting serious about UFO study.)
With all I have been told that has happened to my family and with the things I have experienced firsthand, I could fill a website. What frightens me (sort of) is that I am usually not told the family story until I have something happen to me. When I try to see if somebody is just pulling my leg, more distant family members verify facts and now and then produce evidence that the incident, whatever the cause, was real.
Ask any questions you like. I don't even mind being second-guessed.