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Show 64. Then Mr. Corrigan recalled for JD other cases from his experience- the patrolman chased by a UFO who lost his job and his wife, then ended up in a mental institution. "Catatonic schizophrenic" was the diagnosis. He remembered the minister he'd interviewed who now worked at a Safeway vegetable counter in Cinncinnati and still talks about seeing "creatures." The most poignant case for him was one he'd read about. A young boy in North Dakota had become a virtual recluse after his UFO photographs were called "frauds" and "double exposures" by the press. It was getting late. When Mr. Corrigan finally stood up and rinsed out his glass at the sink, JD realized it was time to go. He put on his coat, the two of them exchanged thanks and good-byes, and Mr. Corrigan gave him his business card. When they shook hands at the door of the motel room, JD saw himself in the older man's eyes. They were kin, now, in a strange way. He wasn't entirely alone. "Let's keep in touch," Mr. Corrigan said, gripping JD's hand. "Good luck to both you kids." |