My Library

Then the questions began, none of which I remember. And I’m sorry I can’t remember the names of all present. But I met Mark Markley, Duanne Elgin, Arthur Hastings -- and Brendan O’Regan, who earlier in his career had been assistant to the famous architect, Buckminster Fuller. Brendan, as we will see later, was otherwise one of the great mysteries of the universe. Through these five exceedingly interested persons, I was eventually was introduced to a large number of individuals throughout the Bay area and Silicon Valley. I thought all of them wonderful. What I could not have suspected, though, was that Harmon would speak about me within his large circumference of "contacts" in and near Washington. Harmon limited the "meeting" (as I suppose it might be called) to exactly an hour, at which time he stood up, as did everyone else. He then asked if I wanted some lunch, what kind. "A good hamburger," I replied. So we got in his car and arrived at the Oasis, a short distance down El Camino Real. This was a beer and hamburger joint populated with a mixture of business people, Stanford students, and redneck motorcycle types. It stank of beer, and had big wooden tables and booths into which everyone was invited to carve names, credos, obscenities and various kinds of sometimes shocking graffiti. The hamburger was delicious, but I couldn’t drink beer because Puthoff and I were again scheduled for the Varian Hall magnetometer later that evening. As things proceeded in the following years, the Oasis was to become a favorite watering hole for "visiting East Coast scientists" (as they were called), since the noise and din at the Oasis prevented surreptitious recording of conversations.