True Story about an Astronaut;
Alan Shepherd was a guest speaker at a Kall Kwik printing conference at the Great Southern Hotel,Kilarney,Eire in the early nineties. He spent the evening in the bar and drank a goodly number of pints of Beamish washed down with Jameson chasers, he also recited a fairly risque joke concerning a Texan who had just been diagnosed with terminal cancer.
Texan: " So how long I got doc "
Doc: '' Sorry but 3 months tops "
Texan: '' Hell dont be sorry Ive had a good life and we all gotta go "
Doc: '' Well at least you got time to put your affairs in order ''
Texan: '' About that Doc I would like you to do me a favour ''
Doc: '' If I can,what do you want ? "
Texan: '' Can you put on the death certificate I died of AIDS ''
Doc: '' Jesus what on earth for it would ruin your reputation "
Texan: '' Yep but nobody will be fucking my wife after Ive gone "
My point is that Astronauts are human like the rest of us,they drink and tell stories and are as likely as anybody else to exagerate or fabricate things as they get older. I personally do believe that we are not alone in the universe but this particular story does not exactly ring true to me, after all it is completely unsubstantiated.