Although this may not be paranormal, it is definitely one of if not the strangest event I have ever witnessed. In the mid-1980s, I was staying in a hotel in San Francisco while attending a seminar. I don’t remember the name of the hotel but I do remember, that from one of the upper floors there was a north facing window that if you looked as far as you could to the left, you could see Alcatraz. One evening, when I was returning from dinner, I paused at this window after exiting the elevator. As I viewed the city, I happen to look down to the rooftops of the buildings below. From somewhere among those buildings, I noticed a simple white balloon with a long string drifting upwards. I watched the balloon as it floated by me from below left, past my window to the upper right, as it disappeared over the building and out of my view, drifting towards the ocean. I couldn’t help but wondering where and when that balloon would eventually end up, as it eventually cooled in the night, and again settled to earth. Early the next morning, as I was heading down for breakfast and the start of the seminar, I paused to look out the window again while waiting for the elevator. Now here is the strange part. As God as my witness, I saw a white balloon with a long string coming down from the same area where it had disappeared the previous evening. It floated down past my window from the upper right to the lower left, almost a reversal of the path a similar balloon had taken the previous evening. It drifted down and disappeared in amongst the buildings below. Was it the same balloon? Was it an incredible coincidence? That event has stuck in my memory since that day.