I had the opportunity to visit my old friend and fellow UFO witness Jxxx just before the holidays, and found that he's been thinking of becoming a Certified UFO Field Investigator himself! He even went so far as to propose that he and I could be the Holmes & Watson of the UFO detection field, an idea I like quite a bit.
The funny thing is, it doesn't really matter to me which of us would be Holmes and which would be Watson. We would just be Holmes & Watson and that would be that. And we'd have this whole UFO mess cleared up faster than you could say "Professor Moriarty." Jxxx has already identified our Moriarty, by the way: Jxxx Sxxxx, our old nemesis on our High School student council. I admit, that's going pretty far back, but not everybody can be a Moriarty.
Hot on the heels of that stunning development came another. Yesterday my wife and I drove to our favorite local truck stop for our last Sunday breakfast of 2012, and on the way we passed an old, abandoned restaurant that has been closed up for years, and a stupendous, fantastic, insane idea exploded in my head...
The restaurant is called The Gobbler, and it has been a landmark in the area since it was built in the late 1960s, because of its unique atom-age ambiance...
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The Gobbler was the swinging place to dine in 1967. |
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Even today it retains its essential pizzazz. |
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Think of it as an intergalactic cruise ship that only the coolest aliens can get into... |
Or is there?
The Gobbler has been up for sale for years, and is, as they say in the realty game, "Dividable."
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"Dividable." I don't like the way that sounds, do you? |
She said, "That's a great idea, honey. You need to find a backer." Then, after a pause, "You'd need at least $10 million dollars" (she's good at this stuff).
So, with the new year comes a new mission: buy the Gobbler, and turn it into a 21st-Century 221B Baker Street, from which the Holmes & Watson of Ufology finally solve the riddle of the UFOs...