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Dean Wesley Smith - MIB The Grazer ConspiracyMEN IN BLACK: THE GRAZER CONSPIRACY
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For Jim Kiser, Pat Morgan, Bobby Young,
Shannon Meyer, Susan Bolland, and the interesting years of 1967-1972.
Memories often return in the most fascinating ways.

Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe.
тАФH. G. Wells тАФAn Outline of History
Prologue
9:38 P.M. March 27, 1970 Timberline Ski Area, Oregon
The lights of the city of Hood River spread out along the Columbia Gorge below
nineteen-year-old Anthony Davis like a strand of jewels sparkling in the cold
night air. Behind him the chair lift clanked as another empty chair swept past
the off-load ramp, spun around the big wheel, and headed back down the mountain.
The lights that lit the snow swept off to the left of the chair lift, carving a
path of shadow-light, shadow-light on the slope down through the trees to the
lodge below. In twenty-eight minutes those lights would be turned off, after the
patrol swept the hill for any stragglers. There wouldnтАЩt be any, since Anthony
was the last one up here. In fact, in the last hour heтАЩd been the only one
skiing on the entire hill.
He treasured nights like tonight. They didnтАЩt happen often, especially during
the height of the ski season. But since most people had turned their attention
to baseball or golf by the end of March, he was often the only one on the hill
at ten at night, and always the last off the slopes, often helping the ski
patrol with their closing duties.
He stood, leaning on his ski poles, studying the small town two thousand feet
below and the mass of lights from Portland in the distance. There were very few
places on this mountain from which you could look down on the lights of Hood
River. HeтАЩd found this spot two years before. He skied five nights a week after