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Good morning everyone. I am some glad to be home. As I stepped out of the car the smell of crisp autumn leaves upon the ground and the kiss of temperatures in the low 40s was quite welcome. We wandered down to the field last nite to watch the comet 17P/Holmes just below Cassiopea in the NE sky. It took a while but with Jen's laser pointer the kids were able to see the comet through binoculars. In the distance we could hear coyotes and owls and Martha, the donkey that lives down the street.

As beautiful as Texas is I sure did miss Jen and the kids and autumn in Maine. I can't wait to get down to the schooner in Camden today and see all the activity. Mary, Jen, and Elisa have been very busy. Since the docks are coming out soon there is a ton of stuff to do. I am only home for five days before I return to Texas to help bring Elissa back to Galveston. So give me a couple of days to get back up to speed with our whirlwind windjammer world.

Have a great day. Be well. Do good.
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AL from Alabama said…
The earth is tiny, the universe infinite, following the second segment of the crooked "W" that Cassiopeia forms I found the comet
17P Holmes tonight. Relatively speaking we could be viewing it side by side. I have always thought that we should get the world's leaders all together and put them in a spaceship, and let them look down upon earth. Tell them, "Look people, this is all we have got, let us make the best of it". And if that did not work we could just blast them into deep space.
As a famous space traveler once said.

"Live Long and Prosper"
October 31, 2007 at 6:30 PM
Unknown said…
I enjoyed Al's comment. It is all too seldom that I realize how small the world is. When I stop my hectic pace and think about all that seemed so important during each work day, I am reminded of the penultimate scene in Casablanca when Rick is telling Ilsa why she can't go with him and that she needs to leave with Victor. "I'm no good at being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you'll understand that."
November 1, 2007 at 3:56 PM
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