I wanted to thank you for your years of service
But I wasn’t quite sure what to do
I thought of sending flowers, or the Canadian Air Force Band
Then decided to write this poem, just for you

2003 is quickly approaching
It will be a year to remember
But not for the months of
February, June, or September

Because on the first of January
“Coast to Coast with Art Bell” disappears
Along with the best talk radio talker
To whom I have listened for many years

I will miss your insight and intellect
I will miss your beautiful voice
I will miss staying up with you every night
I’ll go to bed earlier, I’ll have no choice

I will miss your wisdom and your wit
I will miss your interviewing skills
I’ll miss www.artbell.com
And “Ghost to Ghost” and its accompanying thrills

I’m already an “After Dark” subscriber
And I have purchased the official CD-ROMs
But when you say bye-bye on January 1st
A big part of my life will be gone

For I can’t imagine a night without Art
Without you talking me to sleep each A.M.
Coast to Coast with George Noory is pretty good
But it’s Art Bell of whom I’m a fan

You see Art, no one can ever take your place

I was working security at an old scrapyard about a year or so ago. It was the grave yard shift and I hadn't had much sleep the day before because of a sinus cold. It was about 2330 hrs and I must have dozed off, something I had never done before. Then your show came on and the excitement I always felt at the start of your show was just enough to bring me out of my little nap. Luckilly for me you woke me up just in time because just as I opened my eyes I saw a movement of shadow out of the corner of my eye. I was sitting inside my patrol vehicle so I flashed my spot light to the area I saw the movement and saw 2 men trying to pry open the gate of the storage area where the more valuable things were located. One of them had a gun the other had a crowbar. I jumped out of my vehicle and hid behind an old Ford Galaxy 500 just as I heard the shot. We had a standoff for about 5 minutes. They had a shotgun I had my service revolver. Then the police arrived and they surrendered. No telling what could have happened if they found me asleep before you woke me up.

It was after 11:30pm on August 29th, 1994, less than five miles from our residence in Pahrump, NV. After finishing Art's then Sunday show "Area 2000", which was broadcast from KDWN in Las Vegas, we were on our way home. The night sky was clear with a nearly full moon. The air temperature was around 75 degrees with little wind. Out where we live, there are no public street lights and just a scattering of homes, so other than the moonlight, it was very dark.

We had just stopped at Homestead and Kellogg, getting ready to turn. Art was driving, I was turning to look at him when I noticed a strange movement coming from the left and slightly behind us. I could see a huge, dark object moving toward us from the rear window and began to yell at Art, "What is that- What the Hell is That??" We jumped out of the car and watched this huge, triangle-shaped object float across the Pahrump valley from southeast to northwest. It was right over our heads, maybe 150 to 200 feet above us, moving slowly, too slow for aircraft we were familiar with.