I’m thinking about loading my gang up tonight and driving a bit away from the city’s, or in our case the suburb’s, lights and taking it all in. It’s been a while since we have loaded up and wrapped up and gone looking for stars or satellites or flakes of rock a fallin’.
We used to do that sometimes. When the kids were little.
Now, some of us, not I, get up regularly in the fall, at 3:00 am, to sneak into the woods and get in position in hopes of a big buck sauntering by ’bout daybreak. I don’t like the cold or the dark at 3:00 am, so I don’t deer hunt. I have no other issue with it.
But, the sky’s falling is a different matter.
I remember when I was little, going to the Russell Research Building and watching comets or eclipses or whatever in the night sky. Russell Research was on a rise and had an open view of the sky. Astronomer types, like my best friend’s Dad, who ran the telescope at the University, would set up their own extra sensitive eyeballs to the sky and let us have a hefted up look.
Those are good memories of old Russell Research. Back in the day it had a fence around and a long drive – but not nearly the hazard warnings nor inhibitors to unauthorized entry that it does today. Kinda makes me laugh, Russell Research was, looking back through a grown-up lens, rather soviet in style, inside and out. But, touring it was something we elementary kids always did. It was weird in there. I don’t know what they did – chemicals, maybe even radioactive research. Who knows, but we always loved the tour.
Oh, things like contamination were not so much a worry then. Heck, we drank out of the hose, after each other…you know how that goes down with thirsty little folks… all the time.