Behind A Mask of Disbelief
I scrambled down the evergreen tree, and as I ran past my sister sitting on the front porch steps, I pointed to the star. "Look—look! Look at that star! What
do you think that is?" I said as I ran into the house and grabbed my telescope, but, - I was too late; I couldn't get my sights on it fast enough; so I stood and watched
sadly as my star, the first and the brightest in the sky, went skating over the western horizon.
I stood there for a moment pondering what I'd seen "It wasn't too far above me. In a low orbit — I would think. Hmm . ." and as it was just going out of sight, I pointed to my
star one more time and said to my sister, "There! Do you see that! That star has been sitting right above me for the past three days and just now took off. What
do you think it was?" She
had seen it alright; She said, "I don't know; it's probably nothing; just a Russian
satellite¹ changing orbit or something like that; it's nothing to worry about. It's nothing
at all." And, I thought to myself, "Big sisters, are all too often, just, — thick as a brick."
 This technology was not known to exist in the 1960s. Furthermore, a large Russian satellite, sitting over the 1960s American Midwest, should have been an event of great concern.