Stargazing
Drafting an all-new post for next Friday, but thinking now of my “triad of favorite things”: daytalking, nightwalking … and stargazing.
“Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are…”
That may’ve been the first question I ever asked as a human being.
Along with “The Itsy-Bitsy Spider” and “Happy Birthday,” it was among the first songs I ever learned to sing.
I quickly honed in on “Twinkle, Twinkle,” at the heart of which led to a lifelong need to keep asking questions.
In 2008, the year Mom and Dad died, I couldn’t stop looking up at the sky. Daytime, nighttime, sunny or cloudy—it must’ve been an old habit.
Our Maryland neighbor Mr. Harrison kept a telescope in his backyard shed. One summer he invited me and my brother to gaze at either a comet or meteor—I can’t recall which.
Wow, I thought, I have to get a telescope, too!
In Minnesota I often stargazed during the summers before high school, on our dock at…
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