Hide and Seek with UFO

In late June of 1966, after my teaching job near Detroit ended for the year, my wife, our little boy, and I returned to our hometown of Ypsilanti, Michigan, to stay at my parents’ house while I took classes at Eastern Michigan University to finish my MA.
 One Friday summer night in June, we ate dinner and spent a relaxing evening playing cards and watching TV at my wife’s sister’s house across town. Very late, probably around one am, we drove back to my parents’ home near the city limits. Just as we approached, a bright light three blocks away attracted our attention.
 This being the neighborhood where I had grown up, I assumed the floodlight was from an Edison power crew working on a large transformer that sat in a fenced-off corner of Congress Street and Owendale and located at one end of land owed by the school district. Since we were still wide awake, we continued on to investigate.
 To our astonishment, there  was no  Edison truck. Instead, the floodlight came from directly above the treetops. Its light source was a circular-shaped craft outlined by pulsating colored lights and hovering silently perhaps thirty feet or so over the power station. I remember shouting to my son asleep in  the back  seat and  trying to wake him. (He was only four and remembers  little of it  today.)  Certainly aware that the three occupants of a VW beetle posed no threat, the craft slowly lifted above treetop level and silently accelerated about a quarter mile over the trees  lining the road when it abruptly stopped, almost as though it  waited for us to catch up.  Of course I tried. When I drew near, the craft raced another quarter mile or so and again stopped just above tree level. It repeated this strange “catch us if you can’’ maneuver a  final time. Then suddenly it rose. I remember jumping out of  the car  and watching as the craft  accelerated and merged with  the stars. The entire encounter was over in probably two or three minutes.
 We hurried home, burst into my  sleeping parents’ bedroom, awakened them, and  shared our experience. My Mom believed us; my dad, probably not. What I do know is that my wife and I had encountered and tried  to chase an  extra- terrestrial craft one early morning. And as long as I live, I will never forget the experience.