August 28th, 2007

No Bite, No Sight

I just went outside to see whether it will be worth trying to document tonight's lunar eclipse with my camera. My conclusion? While the full moon is too bright to register with any detail, the eclipsed moon might. It will be worth a shot, anyway, assuming I can rouse myself from slumber. But since I was bitten by many of the dangerous nighttime mosquitoes on my brief foray, I probably should make the effort, since I might soon be a victim of the West Nile Virus. I'd hate for my my life-threatening illness to have been in vain. Anyway, don't forget the eclipse, those of you west of the Rockies. Here in Tucson, it's supposed to start a little before 1am, peak around 3:30am, and be over by 5:30am. I think those numbers might need to be adjusted to a little later on the West Coast. Also, the moon will be to the south-southwest.

Homegoings

We're in the middle of planning a short trip to New York City , with an excursion to Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, to visit my cousin, his daughter, and my parents. It has been over a decade since I spent meaningful time in the latter. And, though we did go to New York in November, 1999, when Skylar was thirteen months old, it has been a very long time indeed since I visited the neighborhood in Astoria where my father grew up and where I spent a week each summer with his sister's family from 1973 to 1979. It's understandable that a person making a rapid trip to the area would stick to the sights in Manhattan. But I've really been wanting to show Skylar where her relatives are from.

Serendipity must be on my side for once, because the place we've found to stay in New York is A) near the airport where we're landing; B) a block-and-a-half from the main East-West subway line through Queens and therefore with fast, easy access to Midtown; and, most importantly, C) within walking distance of 2213 38th Street, my father's old home, and the surrounding bustle of Ditmars Boulevard and Steinway Street that made such a vivid impression on me when I was five and six. In other words, I'll get to show Skylar the museums and tourist destinations she wants to see and show her something of her heritage without having to make a time-consuming detour. The only thing that worries me is that my nostalgia might lead me to purchase Twinkies and strawberry soda, something only my aunt permitted me.