Lighting The Flatwoods Fuse
by Alfred Lehmberg
When I awoke early on the seventh everyone had already been up for awhile moving like a platoon of Army Ants. On the previous day, after I'd retired, it had been discovered that the venue where the event had been planned was short required sound and lighting equipment! Replacement equipment provided by the furious activity of Larry Bailey's two younger sons drew too much power for the recently restored 50's type movie theatre and was blowing fuses. The sound and light boards needed to be virtually rewired, heavy klieg lights had to be procured and mounted, colored gels and masks were cut and affixed to carousels while rehearsals and run-throughs had to be completed—yesterday!
Where were the expected harsh shouts, finger-pointing, hurtful allegations, angry accusations, and exasperated capitulations? Nowhere to be found, reader! In its stead was a calmness, ready volunteerism, and sacrifice to common cause. I had other things I probably should have been doing, but I even found myself setting up Stanton Friedman's 35mm slide presentations or helping Doug Gokey, one of the event security guys, set up the boards and displays of Feschino's Flatwoods mini-museum.
Forgetting the preceding for just a moment, I report that I was treated to encounters with my fellow Homo sapiens rather adding to the unusual fellowship—fellowship so thick you could breath it like it was oxygen enriched air: