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NBC1O's R.J. Heim Interviews Bridgewater Triangle UFO Witness, Jerry Lopes

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One of the strangest (and ironically most credible accounts) of all the stories of the Bridgewater Triangle is that of a UFO encounter in West Bridgewater at the off ramp of route 24 to route 106. Two men were on their way for a night out after a long day's work. Their destination was Raynham-Taunton Racetrack for some dinner and betting. The encounter took place on March 23, 1979. Stuck in traffic exiting the ramp, the men were shocked to see a "baseball diamond shaped" UFO right over their heads. One of the men claimed it was so close, he could have likely thrown a rock at it. This man was newsman Jerry Lopes, who was working at the time for WHDH radio (now WEEI 850 AM). His friend was also a newsman at the station, making the story these two witnesses had to tell one that people finally took seriously after weeks of area residents claiming to have seen low-flying UFOs. The story of Lopes' sighting was made famous by Loren Coleman, the "father" of the Br

Goodness Gracious...Great Balls of Fire!

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A rash of UFO sightings have been reported in 2011 in the Bridgewater Triangle...and beyond. Between the National UFO Reporting Center and MUFON, there have been 21 reports of the "fireballs" over the skies of Southeastern Massachusetts in the year 2011. Sightings from all over, with witnesses reporting almost the same experience: looking up at the sky and seeing orange or amber "fireballs." At first they look like stars. But these ones move. And dance. And divide. And disappear. Even morph into illusionary helicopters and planes...or sometimes more ships. Hundreds of such sightings have been reported wordwide in recent years. But there is no doubt that activity in our area is approaching an all time high. The first Bridgewater Triangle sightings of the fireball phenomenon was first reported to me back in January of 2011. Two young men watched two of them for over thirty minutes in the skies over East Bridgewater. The following year, I was contacted by another wit