Small questions about the flying saucer photos for sale from convenient racks led to more questions and before long the good “professor” had taken a position in the middle of the room and was off and running.

In his slightly broken English he told how he was the son of poor, Polish immigrants with hardly any formal education.

To look at the man and to listen to his story you had an immediate urge to believe him.  Maybe it was his appearance.  He was dressed in well worn, but neat, overalls.  He had slightly graying hair and the most honest pair of eyes I’ve ever seen.

Or maybe it was the way he told his story.  He spoke softly and naively, almost pathetically, giving the impression that “most people think I’m crazy, but honestly, I’m really not.”

Adamski started his story by telling how he had spent many long and cold nights at his telescope “at the request of the government” trying to photograph one of the flying saucers everyone had been talking about.  He’d been successful, as the full photograph racks on the wall showed, and he thought the next step would be to actually try to contact a saucer.

For some reason, Adamski didn’t know exactly why, on November 19th he’d decided to go out into the Mojave Desert.  He’d called some friends and told them to meet him there.

By noon the next day the party, which consisted of Adamski and six others, had met and were eating lunch near the town of Desert Center on the California-Arizona border.

They looked for saucers, but except for an occasional airplane, the cloudless blue sky was empty.  They were about ready to give it up as a bad day when another airplane came over.  Again they looked up, but this time, in addition to seeing the airplane, they saw a silvery, cigar-shaped “flying saucer.”

For some reason, again he didn’t know why, the group of people moved down the road where Adamski left them and took off into the desert alone.

By this time the “space ship” had disappeared and once again Adamski was about to give up.

Then, a flash of light caught his eye and a smaller saucer (he later learned it was a “scout ship”) came drifting down and landed about a half mile from him.  He swung his camera into action and started to take pictures.  Unfortunately, the one picture Adamski had to show was so out of focus the scout ship looked like a desert rock.

He took a few more pictures, he told his audience, and had stopped to admire the little scout ship when he suddenly noticed a man standing nearby.

Now, even those in the crowded restaurant who had been smirking when he started his story had put down their beers and were listening.  This is what they had come to hear.

You could actually have heard the proverbial pin drop.

Adamski told what went through his mind when he first saw the man—­ maybe a prospector.  But he noticed the man’s long, shoulder-length, sandy-colored hair, his dark skin, his Oriental features and his ski-pant type trousers.  He was puzzled.