In the winter of 1989, while driving home from a high school football game, I saw three lights in triangular formation hovering through low hanging clouds. They were huge, in perfect geometric formation, and were very bright. I lived in rural Missouri so the road was just a smooth surface along a stretch of homes. I slowed down and rolled down my window but heard nothing. Perplexed, I pulled over to the small patch of road that passed for a shoulder and turned off my car. I got out and stared at the three large lights that held position in the clouds. I looked around, saw the lights of the school football field in the distance, and also noticed two other people had pulled over to examine the lights. We gave each other half shrugs, and that���s when I realized I was looking at something I couldn���t identify. I���d never seen these hovering lights before and the lack of noise, like an engine, scared the hell out of me. So I got back in my car and drove home as fast as I could.