I’ve never been much of a science person. Aside from the two weeks I spent at Space Camp in 1996 -- motivated more by my love for space ice cream than any real astronomical aspirations -- I haven’t really paid much attention to the cosmos. If anything, that whole mess scares the bejesus out of me, what with impending climate change and questioning the meaning of life when we’re all just insignificant ants, and the potential for hostile aliens, etc. Nah, I’m good.
Yet for some reason even I haven’t explained to myself, I’m taking two days off work, throwing down hundreds of dollars, and driving a rental car 30-some hours from NYC to Kentucky with my partner, her sister, and my mother-in-law, all to see the moon cast a brief shadow. This wasn't exactly my idea. But we needed something after a stressful summer. My girlfriend's mom packed up her life and moved to New York from Chicago, a hell of a transition for anyone; I got laid off; we got bedbugs; we're all constantly traveling and rarely together. So my girlfriend got it in her head that this was something we needed to do, as a family. Kind of a bonding thing with the extra incentive of seeing some once-in-a-lifetime, music-of-the-spheres action.