When the girls were young, we would sometimes load up and head out to Las Vegas on a Friday night for no reason at all. We still do that, but not as often now that AF1 and 2 are older. Anyway, while everyone was asleep, I would listen to Art Bell as I would drive through the desert night. The stories were so insane, but Art had this way of never really going along with a guest, at the same time he would never act as though what they were saying wasn’t the truth. Anyway, just a thought as I have bout of insomnia tonight. I think deep down humans just love a mystery. Sometimes that’s what helps us hold on- the unknown and the what if?

JOHN TITOR: Time traveler, soldier, savior | Can he save us from destruction?