- DATE WITH THE GODS
to Roosevelt Field, Westbury, or Garden City ... I don't
remember exactly .... "
"That's not important. Do you remember anything
about your passenger, his looks, his conversation?"
"He looked like something out of Washington Square,
Sunset Strip, Woodstock, Haight Ashbury ... a real
hippie."
"On the contrary, he was an extraterrestrial, a 'god,'
an 'angel,' ufonaut, cosmonaut-call him whatever you
like, but he was very real indeed, nothing to be fright
ened about."
"He talked about peace, love and how people in these
times have forgotten to love one another. I really just
half-listened. What was really on my mind was the girl
I'd just met, so I more or less tuned him out."
"Are you surprised that I've mentioned this incident to
you?"
"Why should I be? I never saw him again." Then it hit
me. "Wait just one blasted minute! How in the hell did
you know about that incident, about what happened in
New York that particular afternoon and evening? That
was six years ago. Are you following me closely? Do you
have an open file on me or what?"
"You remember that day very vividly because you
became so close to the girl holding the sweater. You lived
together in New York until a year ago. And you almost
married her, didn't you?"
"How do you know all this? Are you really psychic?"
"Yes, kind of .... "
"You're really amazing; I'm shocked."
"You're giving off strong vibrations; I can read you
like a book."
I was about to say some very rude things about
invasion of privacy, but she motioned me to have
patience, saying gently that I would understand every
thing in due time.