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...Medicine Band-Springfield Street Saloon...
...Bacharach, 69, is currently enjoying greater popularity than at any other time since his heyday in the 1960s and early '70s, when, working against the rock grain, he was responsible for dozens of Top 40 hits, including surprisingly nuanced adult-oriented love songs for performers like Gene Pitney, Dusty Springfield and, his greatest vessel of all, Dionne Warwick. The current renaissance--Bacharach's last big hit was 1985's That's What Friends Are For--began a few years ago, with the explosion of interest in so-called lounge music, especially in Britain, where a two-disc set of Bacharach...
...that show, Gerald Anderson, responded quickly to an 800 number flashed on the screen, protesting that the re-enactment of the event was inaccurate. For one thing, he told the operator, the shape of the crashed spacecraft was wrong. And how did he know? Anderson, now a resident of Springfield, Mo., explained that he moved to New Mexico with his family in 1947, when he was five, and that on a rock-hunting outing on the Plains of San Agustin, the group had come across the wrecked craft...
Friedman was ecstatic. This seemed to be solid confirmation of the story casually mentioned in The Roswell Incident. He arranged to have John Carpenter, a Springfield therapist, interview Anderson. Carpenter, who also directed investigations for the local chapter of MUFON, the Mutual UFO Network, conducted several sessions with Anderson, often using hypnosis, presumably to help him "recover" buried memories of the event. Anderson later told the Springfield News-Leader: "We all went up ...to it [a large silver disk]. There were three creatures, three bodies, lying on the ground underneath this thing in the shade. Two weren't moving...
...father was a diplomat, so most of my upbringing was outside the U.S. But every two years my family spent summers back home. When I was seven, we stayed on my grandparents' farm outside Springfield, Mo. My brothers, sister and I ran through the fields and swam in the creek. We competed to see who could dig up the biggest potato, who could pick the biggest peach. We built huge forts from bales of hay. We barbecued. Everyone was relaxed--even my father, which was unusual. One day, at summer's end, I sat on my father's lap, grabbed...