It may be "TIME" for me to weigh in on this subject? I also enjoy good humor and have been know to screw with others on occasion, however the reality of time travel to me is not a question of "What-IF", but a true point of fact!
back in 1965 my electronics teacher share way above top secret information with me about the Roswell crash, aliens working with our government scientist, and of course the issue of time travel.
His name I can today reveal as he has died along with his son (HS friend Jimmy). Mr. Cole was the brother-in-law of Phil Corso and the same U.S. Army Col. Corso that wrote the book: The Day After Roswell. I do regret not telling my teacher about my encounter with three gray aliens after he was so gracious to share information about his Summer with Corso in Los Alamos where went to gain insight to build a new science lab for a new high school.
Part of the information given to me had to do with time travel technology. At the time back in 1965 I was very surprised anyone knew about aliens being real and just pretended to listen with an open mind to a teacher that had no sense of humor. I think he liked me because I scored in the top 10% nationwide on the SAT exam and asked good questions in class as well as telling him my mother fled Poland because she was a Jew a worried Hitler was on the move.
My Kolakowski family could only move to Calgary Canada where she learned to speak English and then was able to join the WAAC, (now known as the Air Force) stationed in the South West U.S.
Here is the interview I gave back in 2012:
Now I'll share what I did not tell:
looked at myself in the mirror.
I saw what looked like the old man wearing the same hat my daughter gave me for Christmas years ago.
Each time this man I saw drove the same dark blue mid sided car that had no brand name. Funny how something can trigger a memory.
This could indicate that time travel may be real and that time travel is being used by some unsavory people in power.
I need to give this idea some additional thought because it sounds way off the hook.
The first time I remember seeing this man was on the Blackistone farm in Delaware as a young boy. The dust made by a car driving down our quarter mile long lane would linger for a long time as it blew from east towards the west on the open field.
Less then half the lane had dust as I saw this car coming towards the farm house. That was odd but not as strange as meeting the driver that wanted to speak with my grandparents. How did he know they were not my parents?
The man looked like what I look like today and wearing the same kind of hat my daughter gave my two years ago.
He said He wanted to speak with them in private so I returned to the house to observe from the window.
My grandfather appeared agitated at one point and returned to the house. After awhile my grandmother gave him a hug as if they were good friends?
I asked my grandfather who the man was, but he just said he did not know.
After several times asking what the man wanted he finally said not to ask him again.
My persistence paid off when he told me that the crazy man said that he was me.
I said that was crazy as I am me and he must be nuts. After that incident my grandfather would hold his palms apart left and right and ask what this was as a joke for many days after the visit.
He would ask " what is this" then answer with " It's a box and what's in the box?" with the answer "Nuts and then you shake it".
It became a private joke between us.
Second incident:
Around the mid 60s standing with my best friend Jim Walser in front of his home at Pendrew Manor, about seven miles Southwest of Wilmington, DE, a same type of blue car drove up an parked behind the car Jim and I were resting on in the street at curb side.
The man that looked the same wearing the same type of hat asked us if George Walser was home. Jim walked him up the drive to the door to meet his Dad.
He said he would like to speak to his father in private. The body language was about the same as with my grandfather at the farm, and then after awhile they hugged and walked down to meet Jim and I.
He told Jim: " I heard a lot of good things about you young man and shook his hand.
He then turned towards me a said "And you better behave yourself and keep out of trouble" Do you understand"?
He declined to shake my hand and just went with Jim's father to look into the passengers side window for a long time.
As I was about to walk over to see what they were looking at in the car window George told me to stay back. Very odd for George to do that?
The car made no engine sound and seem to just vanish as it drove around the corner in a heat wave type distortion.
George would never tell either Jim or myself who that person was or where he know him from, also very out of character for George.
Third Incident:
While living in 20 Walnut St. North East MD we returned from a day of shopping to have a neighbor Bill Carter tell me that a guy in a similar type blue car parked in our driveway and opened our back door to let our dog Sam out.
He said that our dog played with the man for about an hour and then let Sam back inside.
Bill went over to talk to the man and asked him if he was looking for us.
Bill said he look a lot like he could be related to me but the man never said how he was related after Bill asked him twice.
Bill described the car and the man looking just like the the other three time as above.
Either I or someone that looks like me is a time traveler.
I am starting to think that I may not be normal?
The only good thing is that I may one day drive the fastest car ever!
Fourth incident: stare
This took place around 2005 while living in Idaho where the same dark blue car with no brand name drove by down and back very slowly and the man kept starring at me in the window with a stupid looking grin.
He was wearing the same hat and looked the same as the other two men in the past but somewhat older.
The next time I see that guy I will confront him with questions and a camera. I have not seen anyone that looks like him around town before or after.
If time travel is real I now think that I may be getting close to finding out for sure.
Below is a photo of my teacher and my younger cousin Walter:

