UFO Sighting


        

"SPACE CASE"
The Night The Coast Guard Got Buzzed
By Christopher Evans

They keep it in the "Classics File" at the Coast Guard's 9th District Headquarters downtown: a single-page incident report issued by the Fairport Harbor station on the night of March 4, 1988. The subject: Unidentified Flying Objects.

"None of those guys are around anymore and I wasn't there," says Chief Quartermaster Leo Deon of the Search and Rescue Data Section. "They saw something, but who knows what."

Sgt. Greg Reid was the executive officer at the Fairport station before he retired and joined the Lake County Sheriff's Department.

"I believe my guys," he says. "They were definitely sure of what they saw."

Sheila Baker sits in her kitchen, sunlight streaming through the windows, a black, prune-faced Shar-Pei snoring on the floor.

"I'm a typical Jewish mother with three kids," she says. "I go to temple. I believe in God."

She fingers her ponytail. Then leans forward.

"I know," she says. "I saw it."

Friday, March 4, 1988, started cold and got colder. There were light snow flurries throughout the day, but by the time the sun set at 6:21 the clouds had broken up and the night sky was clear and star-studded.

Sheila Baker and her husband, Henry, drove north along Ohio 91 into Eastlake and then turned east on Lake Shore Boulevard. They had taken the kids to Chuck E. Cheese for dinner and were almost home. As they neared the lake, they saw the blink of red warning lights on the two smokestacks that towered over the CEI plant.

Sheila liked the lights, the way they rose 500, 600 feet straight up those cement chimneys like the fins on a rocket ship. But tonight they looked different. The kids noticed it, too. At first Sheila thought some of the lights had burned out. But as they drove closer she could make out a shape. Something in the air. Out over the lake. Motionless.

"There's something out there," she said to Henry. "See, over by the stacks."

Henry couldn't see anything. "You're pregnant," he said. "You're probably hallucinating."

Sheila was thinking it could be the Goodyear blimp. It kind of looked like a football. But what would the Goodyear blimp be doing out on a night like this?

"Go down to the beach," she told Henry. "I wanna take a look."

Instead of arguing, Henry passed their house on Hiawatha and drove down the hill to the beach. He parked at the base of a wide ridge that climbed some 30 feet in front of them, dirt and chunks of concrete that acted as a breakwall.

A well-worn path led around it to a small, sandy beach that curled into a corner at the feet of the two smokestacks.

Sheila got out of the car.

The moon was bright and full, and the ice on the lake looked eerie. Sheila could hear it cracking. Loud. Like claps of thunder. In between the claps, nothing. A dead calm. Not even a dog barking. Everybody around here had a dog and one of them was always barking.

"That's weird," Sheila thought, reaching the beach, the night sky bursting above her, limitless, going up and up and up, and there it was. The Goodyear blimp times 10. But without the cabin underneath it. This thing was slick. A football the size of a football field. Gunmetal gray. Blinding white light poured out of both ends, but the thing itself made no noise, the ice beneath it grinding and exploding like a string of M-80s.

Sheila figured it was about a quarter-mile above her, just off shore. It rocked back and forth like a teeter-totter. She knew what it was. She read the Weekly World News. She saw "Close Encounters of the Third Kind." But she didn't believe it. It couldn't be real, and yet there it was, moving now, one end swinging ponderously toward shore, dipping down, closer and closer toward her.

Sheila started running and she ran right into Henry, who swore and started running, too. They beat it back to the car like a couple of hicks in a Martian movie. Henry hit the gas. Sheila locked the doors and told the kids to get down.

"You don't think they're going to come and get us?" Sheila asked.

Henry was oblivious. "Wow," he said. "This is great. I'm gonna get the binoculars."

Three minutes later, Sheila had hustled the kids out of the car and into the back bedroom. She opened the closet door.

"Get in there," she said and shut the door before they could argue. She pulled down all the window blinds, turned off the lights and locked the bedroom door. Then she walked into the living room.

Henry was standing by the window that faced the lake. The object had moved out over the ice. It seemed to be descending. Red and blue lights were now flashing sequentially along its lower edge. Sheila picked up the phone and called the Eastlake police.

"I want to report a UFO," she told the cop who answered.

He seemed insulted.

"There's something out there," she said. "I'm watching it now."

He told her to call Lost Nation Airport in Willoughby. Probably an advertising plane, a helicopter. Sheila called the airport. They guy in the tower told her they had nothing taking off or landing. She asked if there were any weird blips on his radar screen. He said no. He figured maybe it was the planets, Venus and Jupiter. She should call NASA.

All the time Sheila was watching it. It was about five miles out now, still descending, red and blue lights flashing as if it was going to crash. She called the cops back. They told her unusual activity over the lake was the responsibility of the Coast Guard. Sheila called Fairport Harbor. They suggested Wright-Patterson Air Force Base.

"Everybody thinks I'm nuts," she told Henry.

Suddenly a series of bright triangular yellow lights shot out of the center of the object. These triangles, there were five or six of them, it was hard to count they moved so quickly, looked about the size of a single-seat Cessna. They hovered point-up around the object. Then darted north, then east, heading inland toward the Perry nuclear power plant. Sheila had never seen anything move that fast. Zero to warp- speed in less than a nanosecond. Without making a sound. She called the Coast Guard again. This time, they said they were sending a crew by the house. Sheila let her kids out of the closet, but made them stay in the bedroom with the doors locked.

Mobile Unit 2 was a 1984 blue Chevy Suburban and the two guys in it were gung-ho. Seaman James Powers and Petty Officer John Knaub said they could see the lights from Fairport Harbor. They figured they were flares. Fishermen trapped out on the ice, that kind of thing. They were towing a 22-foot Boston Whaler just in case.

Sheila and Henry pointed to the object they now thought of as the mother ship. A couple of the triangles were zipping around it. Powers and Knaub didn't say a word. Instead of driving onto the beach, they four-wheeled the Chevy up the ridge. The ice was going nuts, rippling and rumbling and roaring. Sheila and Henry got out. The windows were down and they could hear Knaub and Powers talking to the base.

"Be advised the object appears to be landing on the lake," they said. "Be advised there are other objects moving in around it. Be advised these smaller objects are going at high rates of speed. There are no engine noises and they are very, very low. Be advised these are not planets."

All of a sudden one of the triangles zoomed toward the Chevy, low, just above the ice, a blur of light blistering straight at them. Knaub quickly rolled the van back down the ridge. The triangle veered east, then went straight up and came down beside the mother ship. Sheila told Knaub to turn his lights off.

"Why attract attention?" she asked.

Fifteen miles to the southeast, not too far from the Perry plant, Cindy Hale stepped outside to walk her dog. She noticed a triangular light hovering above her. The dog began to whine and cower. Cindy took it back inside. But she came out again. The triangle flashed a sequence of multicolored lights and Cindy responded by flicking her Bic. This went on for about 30 minutes, then the triangle accelerated and was gone. It didn't make a sound.

Tim Keck was observing the stars through his telescopte when a bright triangular object caught his eye. Luckily, Tim had his camera with him. It wasn't a great camera. In fact, it was a little plastic number he had gotten free from Burger King. But it worked, and he took a picture of the triangle before it disappeared silently over the horizon.

Back at the lake, the mother ship was almost on the ice. For an hour, Henry had stood on the ridge and listened as Powers and Knaub communicated with their base. They said things like, "You should be advised that the object is now shining lights all over the lake and turning different colors."

The ice thundered. Powers and Knaub had to yell to be heard. Henry thought the big ship was in trouble. So did Sheila. She had gone back to the house. The kids were still locked in the bedroom and she watched from the window. Suddenly the triangles were back. They shot one by one intot the side of the mother ship as it seemed to set down on the howling ice.

It flashed a sequence of red, blue and yellow lights. Sheila thought they looked beautiful. Then the white light that poured from the front of the object turned red and the triangles reappeared, hovering over it. The ice boomed, louder and louder, and then suddenly it stopped. The lights disappeared. So did the triangles. Now there was nothing. Darkness and silence.

Powers and Knaub drove off white-faced. Sheila and Henry stood watch through the night. In the morning all that remained were scattered chunks of broken ice. But that evening, the triangles returned.

Sheila called the Coast Guard. This time they sent three people. But they arrived to late and the triangles were gone. To reassure the Bakers, they called Lost Nation Airport and talked to Elizabeth Mele in the control tower, who told them the two bright lights in the sky were Venus and Jupiter, and the flashing lights were gases in the atmosphere.

That was Saturday. On Monday, The Plain Dealer ran a short item headlined "Cozying of Jupiter, Venus light up sky." The Lake County News-Herald ran a similar version with the caption "Sky-gazers mistake planets for UFOs."

Sheila called Fairport Harbor. Powers and Knaub weren't there. She left a message. They didn't call back. She called again and again and again. Nothing.

Four years later, she's still confused.

"The government flat-out denies it happened and I was standing there with two government employees watching it and they saw it and then they disappear."

Chief Leo Deon said the Coast Guard had no official policy in regard to UFOs, and since there were no more sightings that was the end of it. All personnel assigned to Fairport Harbor in 1988 have been rotated out. Deon said he couldn't located Powers, who had left the service, or Knaub through personnel records, because those records had been archived in Washington.

"It was big around the station for a while," says retired executive officer Greg Reid. "Then it just fizzled out."

Sheila Baker frowns and points a finger.

"You start to worry," she says.

End of article


Caption: While the Coast Guard was observing the ice "cracking and moving abnormal amounts as the object came closer," Tim Keck was several miles inland, staring at the stars through a telescope. He managed to photograph a partial image of one of the glowing triangles that had flown out of the object. The triangle was so large and moving so fast, that he captured only half of it. Dr. Bruce Maccabee, an optical physicist for the U.S. Navy, analyzed the photograph and determined it was not a hoax. What it was, he couldn't say.


Actual Coast Guard Report on Eastlake Visitation (text)

COG: INFO
COPIES CPC DCS DGP DPA B M O OLE OSR 9 FP D9AW D9 AW DE ISN-FP021 P 051405Z MAR 88

FM COGARD STA FAIRPORT OH//CO//
TO AW/COMCOGARDGRU DETROIT MI//OPS// INFO D9/CCGDNINE CLEVELAND OH//OSR// BT UNCLAS //N16144//

SUBJ: INCIDENT REPORT: UNIDENTIFIED FLYING OBJECTS

1. UNIDENTIFIABLE FLYING OBJECTS 1/4 MILE EAST OF CEI POWER PLANT.

2. AT 2035 LCL THIS STATION RCVD A CALL FROM [Name deleted] RPTNG A LARGE OBJECT HOVERING OVER THE LAKE AND APPARENTLY ON A SLOW DECENT. THE OBJECT HAD A WHITE LIGHT AND WAS APPROX. 1/4 MILE UP. [Deleted] WAS UNABLE TO DETERMINE HOW FAR OUT IT WAS. THIS UNIT SENT 2 CREWMEMBERS TO INVESTIGATE. BEFORE THEY ARRIVED O/S, WE RCVD 2 MORE CALLS RPTNG THAT THE OBJECT HAD APPARENTLY DISPERSED 3-5 SMALLER FLYING OBJECTS THAT WERE ZIPPING AROUND RATHER QUICKLY. THESE OBJECTS HAD RED, GREEN, WHITE AND YELLOW LIGHTS ON THEM THAT STROBED INTERMITTENTLY. THEY ALSO HAD THE ABILITY TO STOP AND HOVER IN MID-FLIGHT. WHEN MOBILE 02 GO O/S, THEY RPTD THE SAME ACTIVITY. THEY WATCHED THE OBJECTS FOR APPROX. 1 HOUR BEFORE RPTNG THAT THE LARGE OBJECT WAS ALMOST ON THE ICE. THEY RPTD THAT THE ICE WAS CRACKING AND MOVING ABNORMAL AMOUNTS AS THE OBJECT CAME CLOSER TO IT. THE ICE WAS RUMBLING AND THE OBJECT LIT MULTI-COLOR LIGHTS AT EACH END AS IT APPARENTLY LANDED. THE LIGHTS ON IT WENT OUT MOMENTARILY AND THEN CAME ON AGAIN. THEY WENT OUT AGAIN AND THE RUMBLING STOPPED AND THE ICE STOPPED MOVING. THE SMALLER OBJECTS BEGAN HOVERING IN THE AREA WHERE THE LARGE OBJECT LANDED AND AFTER A FEW MINUTES THEY BEGAN FLYING AROUND AGAIN. MOBILE 02 RPTD THAT THEY APPEARED TO BE SCOUTING THE AREA. MOBILE 02 RPTD THAT 1 OBJECT WAS MOVING TOWARD THEM AT A HIGH SPEED AND LOW TO THE ICE. MOBILE 02 BACKED DOWN THE HILL THEY HAD BEEN ON AND WHEN THEY WENT BACK TO THE HILL, THE OBJECT WAS GONE. THEY RPTD THAT THE OBJECTS COULD NOT BE SEEN IF THEY TURNED OFF THERE LIGHTS. ONE OF THE SMALL OBJECTS TURNED ON A SPOTLIGHT WHERE THE LARGE OBJECT HAD BEEN BUT MOBILE 02 COULD NOT SEE ANYTHING, AND THEN THE OBJECT SEEMED TO DISAPPEAR. ANOTHER OBJECT APPROACHED MOBILE 02 APPROX. 500 YDS. OFFSHORE ABOUT 20 FT. ABOVE THE ICE, AND IT BEGAN MOVING CLOSER AS MOBILE 02 BEGAN FLASHING ITS HEADLIGHTS, THEN IT MOVED OFF TO THE WEST.

3. THE CREWMEMBERS WERE UNABLE TO IDENTIFY ANY OF THE OBJECTS USING BINOCULARS AND AFTER CONTACTING LOCAL POLICE AND AIRPORTS, THIS UNIT WAS UNABLE TO IDENTIFY THE OBJECTS, AND RECALLED MOBILE 02.BTTOR-03:05:14:44


Eastlake Visitation:
Correspondence from researchers




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