By Arthur Goldwag. I am exhausted from typing that subhed and I BLAME CONTRAILS! (Narrator: "She didn't, really.") The factoid-fest starts on the back cover, with lots of aliases for Area 51, and a blurb from Scientific American.
Whichever John Munch owned this book before you did loved it well, as you'll see in the pics, but as I told my mom many times as a child, everyone's rubric for "books are treasures" is different. This is apparently a treasured selection, as there aren't that many out in the wild, so grab this one (and perhaps some line tape?) and hold on.