I've never met a Flat-Earther, but I'd certainly like to hear the rap.

What it comes down to is, you haven't yet experienced the true weirdness. I have. It really does change your views.

For example:

Back in 1969, my friend John Manno took photos (he was a professional photographer) of a "haunted house" called Clinton Court right here on West 46th Street. I was with him when he took the photos. We went back to his place on West 47th. I helped him develop the film. And, plain as day, there were faces on the negatives where no one was, when he took the shots. They were clearer when we made prints. I was with John every minute from the shoot to his darkroom when we developed the film. There was no monkey business. I give my oath on that.

In 1970, I was with my friend Mike Campbell in Flushing. We were listening to some tapes recorded at a Staten Island college for ESP tests he took. I raised my head to make a comment when this old-fashioned ironing board he had leaning against the wall flew--and I do mean FLEW--across to the opposite wall. So hard the folded-up bottom legs of the board dented the wall they hit. Niether of us was near that board.

So how do you figure?

I've experienced similier instances. Hell, I photographed one. But I just can't draw the parallel that a creature like Bigfoot should be classified with these entity's. I think he's flesh and blood, and verrrrrryyy reclusive. Smart man.

I've never met a Flat-Earther, but I'd certainly like to hear the rap.

What it comes down to is, you haven't yet experienced the true weirdness. I have. It really does change your views.

For example:

Back in 1969, my friend John Manno took photos (he was a professional photographer) of a "haunted house" called Clinton Court right here on West 46th Street. I was with him when he took the photos. We went back to his place on West 47th. I helped him develop the film. And, plain as day, there were faces on the negatives where no one was, when he took the shots. They were clearer when we made prints. I was with John every minute from the shoot to his darkroom when we developed the film. There was no monkey business. I give my oath on that.

Your oath, fine, but what about his oath? Have you never heard of double exposures? Take a low-light snap of somebody's face, and then take another photo of something else. The phinal photo comes out looking like it has a ghost face on it.

I used to take ghost pictures with my little box Brownie when I was a kid. Only I did it in fun. It works best when the camera is set on a tripod: take a half light exposure with someone standing there, and then take another exposure (again half light) after the person has gone. You get a nice photo of someone, and can see the background right through them. It's an old photographic trick, but people are still fooled by it.

In 1970, I was with my friend Mike Campbell in Flushing. We were listening to some tapes recorded at a Staten Island college for ESP tests he took. I raised my head to make a comment when this old-fashioned ironing board he had leaning against the wall flew--and I do mean FLEW--across to the opposite wall. So hard the folded-up bottom legs of the board dented the wall they hit. Neither of us was near that board.

So how do you figure?

I answered the first one, I have no idea about the second. It could be a set-up. I don't know.

Ken V.

I've experienced similier instances. Hell, I photographed one. But I just can't draw the parallel that a creature like Bigfoot should be classified with these entity's. I think he's flesh and blood, and verrrrrryyy reclusive. Smart man.

Let's see, Ken!

But let's consider--what does the creature =eat=? Gorillas can be tracked by their feeding grounds. They eat hearty, and the physical evidence is there for all to see.

And, to my reading, no one has =ever= seen more than more than one Bigfoot at a time. Nor has any observer reported seeing a baby Bigfoot.

Let's see, Ken!

But let's consider--what does the creature =eat=? Gorillas can be tracked by their feeding grounds. They eat hearty, and the physical evidence is there for all to see.

And, to my reading, no one has =ever= seen more than more than one Bigfoot at a time. Nor has any observer reported seeing a baby Bigfoot.

If I find it I'll post it. It became lost when I switched computers.

You're right, but if you saw scat in the woods, could you tell me 100% truthfully it wasn't a bear? I'd imagine they would have a similar diet.

And there has been accounts of sightings of several ata time. Memory doesn't serve me well, but there was a story of some minors that were attacked in shed from several different angles. The supposed Bigfoot were throwing big rocks at them.

And I remember another tale about a camper that was abducted in his sleeping bag and was taken to what he called "a family" of Bigfoot. He even mentioned seeing young Bigfoot in the clan. If I remember correctly, he escaped by giving the Male Bigfoot some tobacco and ran while he was puking.

They are story's, as with all sightings, and so I take them as such. But no one can explain some of the totems done by Inuit Indian. Plus some of the tales Indians have that could be dated way back. Interesting stuff.

If I find it I'll post it. It became lost when I switched computers.

You're right, but if you saw scat in the woods, could you tell me 100% truthfully it wasn't a bear? I'd imagine they would have a similar diet.

And there has been accounts of sightings of several ata time. Memory doesn't serve me well, but there was a story of some minors that were attacked in shed from several different angles. The supposed Bigfoot were throwing big rocks at them.

And I remember another tale about a camper that was abducted in his sleeping bag and was taken to what he called "a family" of Bigfoot. He even mentioned seeing young Bigfoot in the clan. If I remember correctly, he escaped by giving the Male Bigfoot some tobacco and ran while he was puking.

They are story's, as with all sightings, and so I take them as such. But no one can explain some of the totems done by Inuit Indian. Plus some of the tales Indians have that could be dated way back. Interesting stuff.

Yeah! The abducted guy...that was back in the 20s, right?
And I certainly agree the Bigfoot/Sasquatch phenomenon is real. I just don't think they're animals. I think they're more like ghosts.

Your oath, fine, but what about his oath? Have you never heard of double exposures? Take a low-light snap of somebody's face, and then take another photo of something else. The phinal photo comes out looking like it has a ghost face on it.

I used to take ghost pictures with my little box Brownie when I was a kid. Only I did it in fun. It works best when the camera is set on a tripod: take a half light exposure with someone standing there, and then take another exposure (again half light) after the person has gone. You get a nice photo of someone, and can see the background right through them. It's an old photographic trick, but people are still fooled by it.

I answered the first one, I have no idea about the second. It could be a set-up. I don't know.

Ken V.

Certainly you can hoax up photos. But there would have been no point in this case. John was as amazed as I was when we took the negatives out of the soup. He didn't try to make money from them. The only place they appeared was a little zine I co-edited back then. Gratis.

The second, I guess you shoulda been there. It was no set-up.

Certainly you can hoax up photos. But there would have been no point in this case. John was as amazed as I was when we took the negatives out of the soup. He didn't try to make money from them. The only place they appeared was a little zine I co-edited back then. Gratis.

He could have been having a little "fun" with you. Ever think of that?

Ken V.

He could have been having a little "fun" with you. Ever think of that?

Ken V.

He wasn't that kind of guy. You hang out with a man, you can tell. I'll see if I still have a copy of the zine. Don't think I do, but I'll look. If I find it, I'll post the photo.

He could have been having a little "fun" with you. Ever think of that?

Ken V.

Perhaps it was one of those "you had to be there" experiances. I've had a few.

Perhaps it was one of those "you had to be there" experiances. I've had a few.

Yeah. Tell you another strange experience with Mike Campbell. We were hanging in his Flushing place, listening to Katchaturian, sipping wine, shooting the shit. Mike gallantly left to help an old lady up the stairs with here groceries. So there I was, listening to the good sounds. From =nowhwere= dread--and I'm talking animal terror--came upon me. I tried to understand what was happening. I could only localize it to a corner of the room. Pure fucking evil was coming from it. I ain't a superhero by a long shot, but I like to think I can deal with most situations. I couldn't deal with this. "Michael--leave NOW or something very bad is going to happen." That's how I felt. I waited outside the door for Campbell to return. He saw me and said, "The left corner, right, Michael? You're not the first."