Ingo Swann   Background: During the winter of 1972 1 was again
in our fair nation's capitol. No one yet wanted to be officially
seen with me, so I was taken by an Army major to a bowling
parlor somewhere in Maryland. There I met with three macho
military intelligence types practicing their balls and strikes,
and drinking beer.  Only the apparent ranking officer talked
with me. "I don't want to talk with you," he began. "But someone
higher-up ordered me to. I'm not interested in any of that
parapsychology bullshit. So don't talk statistics and crap like
that. There's only one thing I want to know. Do you think
psychics can be used as psychic spies? Yes or no, and then
--you-- can get the hell outta here." "OK," I replied. "On
average, no." "Good," he said, smiling... "that's what I think,
too." "Good," I agreed..."and now I'll got the hell outta here."
I stood up to leave, saying "But you've asked a dumb question
typical of psychically-illiterate people." "Oh? Is there a
better question?" "You only wanted a 'y