It’s no secret that I’m a card-carrying skeptic (or “sceptic” for our British readers.) Sometimes, though, the birth of skepticism comes from a strong interest in the strange, the unexplained… the paranormal.
Like anything I’m interested in, I tend to devour anything I can on the subject, so as child, I read everything I could get me hands on concerning bigfoot, UFOs, ghosts and the like.
But starting in 1977, nothing was a bigger highlight of the week for me than Leonard Nimoy’s In Search of… Every week, I was taken into a new world of possibilities – into a world that still had creatures to be discovered, aliens to encounters and mysteries to be solved.
What a shame it was all complete bullshit! Perhaps I should be angry, but I’m not.
Today I’m starting a new series of written articles, a one man Fusion Patrol odyssey through all 144 episodes of In Search of…
For me this is going to be a chance to relive the mysteries of childhood, and I’m not looking at these critically, instead, I’m just going to give my impressions about what stands out in each episode, be that scientific, artistic or just from my sense of the absurd. Whatever happens to grab me.