what it’s like being an air force brat, example #921
June 13, 2011
Area 51’s been on my radar a lot lately, for some reason — new books, articles, whatever. But it’s reminded me of a conversation I had with my father when I was probably 10 or 12 or so, and just learning about conspiracy theories. This was during one of his stints flying B-52’s.
Me: Hey Dad, did you know there’s a secret government base in Nevada where all kinds of strange things are going on?
Me: But. . .but. . .it’s secret.
Dad: No, it isn’t.
Me: But. . .but. . .but. . .
Dad: We’re not allowed to fly over it, so they have to mark it on the map so we can avoid it. I’ll show it to you.
And he did. For some reason, I found the fact that he knew exactly where Area 51 was and didn’t seem at all bothered by its mysterious aura highly disturbing. It was like he was part of the conspiracy. Which I suppose he was, even if he was just observing air space restrictions.
Now, every time I see some wacky TV “documentary” about Area 51 that claims it’s hidden in a secret location in the Nevada desert, I think, “No it isn’t, I can show it to you on a map!”