“The first time I was abducted, I was twenty-one years-old,’ said a fifty-something in a visor and sunglasses, as casually as she’d explain the recipe for meatloaf. Her companion nodded, his gray ponytail swinging – he’d look at home on the back of a Harley, or with a Bud Light and a bug zapper. ‘That’s when they come,’ he responded wistfully. ‘I know it.'” Adam Popsecu takes you inside the world’s biggest UFO convention. (These days, humans have me perplexed enough…)