It was the third week of March on a Thursday evening, 2002 at 10:40 p.m. in Henderson, Nevada. I was at work and went out side for a break during the evening shift at my job.
For anyone who has traveled, lived or been in the desert, the night sky is king. The stars are just unlike anywhere. I had just been out a few seconds when I spotted this gigantic set of lights a few miles wide. I've seen a million night flight police helicopters, even night sky divers, the Janet flights going back and forth from Rachel into Las Vegas, but this was unlike anything I'd ever seen in the seven years I've lived in Nevada.
Every time this airship, for lack of better term, moved, the lights would go into some sequence of illumination. This ship went up, down, sideways, left, right, sideways reverse, straight up, popping out of sight and back in, like a light bulb going on and off -- crazy maneuvers, three colors of lights: white, red, and green.
All I could get out of my mouth was, "I'll be son of a #!#!#!" I was mesmerized, couldn't even call out to others indoors. I didn't want to miss a thing of what was going on before my eyes. I know others in the valley had to have seen it, and usually George Knapp with the local news gets wind of it.
The kicker is, when I moved back to New England I read in the Sun paper of a man in New Hampshire who saw the same ship on the same night, only he was 3,300 miles from me. Go figure!
Don't forget to watch the stars and the night sky wherever you are. We can see a lot from our Milky Way galaxy if we're lucky and watch.
