Kansas skies were always busy. Growing up in Kansas in the late 1950's - 1970's meant there were always things in the skies. Our father worked for the military, the government, or one of the huge aircraft plants in Wichita.
Name that plane was a popular school yard or back yard activity. News of new craft were features in the papers, radio, and television. Military flight, test flights, commercial flights, small private plane flights, and crop dusting flights were a normal part of nearly every day. We watched as several times each day dark blue jeeps transported crews to one of several missile silo locations around the state, several very near Wichita and Wellington.
We learned their shapes, their sounds, their lights, and their movements. They were a part of our world...of course we recognized when something strange showed up. No wonder we resented when officials told us we were seeing things, suffering from hysteria, or inferred we were low intelligent folk from the "flyover states" too dumb to deal with new technology.
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