When George Barron entered the radio laboratory at Crocker Air Base the next morning, he found General Gillispie seated at the control desk where Ron had worked with him. The General was apparently doing nothing but staring out the window at the routine landings and take-offs. A closer look would have shown he was not even consciously aware of the planes.
He jumped to his feet as he heard Mr. Barron’s step, and extended a hand. “I was hoping I would be seeing you, Mr. Barron. You know, I suppose, what took place yesterday?”
Mr. Barron took a chair at the General’s invitation and leaned forward with his arm on the desk. “Tell me, General Gillispie, do you think I am absolutely and completely crazy to consider taking my family on so fantastic a venture?”
Gillispie leaned back in his chair
