When I was 13 years old, my favorite TV show was “In Search Of…” for those who’ve never heard of it, it was a 30 minute show narrated by Mr. Spock himself, Leonard Nimoy, that focused on the supernatural-everything from ESP to telekinesis to Stonehenge. It was part fact, part fiction, and I really didn’t care where the lines blurred. I loved the episode on the lost people of Atlantis and really dug chasing down Bigfoot, or Sasquatch, as it is also called. When the film “Close Encounters of The Third Kind” opened in theatres to phenomenal success, I was totally psyched to see it and was duly impressed. I loved those big loud horns and a spaceship that would take me away from all this. Growing up gay in the 70’s, there wasn’t much support for teens out there. You were pretty much expected to act straight, go to prom with the right girl, get married & have kids, or, you could join the priesthood. That was about it. I thought about my options and firmly settled on a close encounter of another kind-theatre!