Another day is done. Driving. Driving through the main thoroughfare of this town, and left and a right brings me to the downtown square. Verily, a long Monday. I arrived to work only a few minutes before the stroke of eight in the morning and I depart for home only a few minutes before eight … Continue reading Driving Home
The Friday Night Lights in a small east Texas town… | Oh, what a strange and familiar abundance of senses come with another fresh stanza of Friday Night Lights. The acrid flavor of sweat upon your upper lip, the last dying embers of Summer’s radiance, and the nail-biting tension of a goal-line stand. The delectable … Continue reading Friday Night Lights (slight return)
So… today was my first day as a Staff Writer for the Henderson Daily. If first impressions are to be trusted, this job is a controlled chaos. My primary area of coverage is going to be county and city government, which includes all branches of law enforcement and municipal services, as well as Kiwanis and … Continue reading First Day with the Daily
I have been hired by the Henderson Daily News to serve as the “Lead Reporter” in a full-time salaried capacity, I start tomorrow at eight in the morning.
This is nothing short of an answer to prayer, both in my personal and professional spheres. Those that are close to me know that I have been earnestly desiring to work within the field of journalism for a goodly while now… there’s just something about that newsprint ink getting into the blood.
Not to mention how awesome it would be to get paid for writing.
“…lips half-willing in a doorway,
lips half-singing at a window;
eyes half-dreaming in the walls,
feet half-dancing in a kitchen.
Whilst the clocks half-yawn the hours,
and the farmers make half-answers…”
It happened this morning… as I was arriving home from another long night at work, I saw the first sign of the season.
Far more subtle than a silvery dew-frost upon September corn, for we are still a good way’s away from Autumn, yet sufficient enough for me to see the next bend in the trail.
As I walked up to my doorstep, I saw a single yellow leaf drift lazily from the slender Maple in our my front yard and come to rest next to a small smattering of his fallen brothers. Seeing this, I stopped where I stood, and looked around…
The Perseids is a meteor shower associated with the Swift-Tuttle Comet, so-called because the point they appear to come from lies in the constellation Perseus. The stream of debris is called the Perseid Cloud and stretches along the orbit of the comet Swift-Tuttle, most of the dust in the cloud today is around a thousand years old.
For more than two-thousand years people have been observing this celestial phenomenon, with the earliest information on this meteor shower coming from ancient Chinese astronomers.
Roman Catholics refer to the Perseids as the “tears of St. Lawrence” because of the proximity of their occurrence with the feast day observed on the tenth day of August, the day Lawrence of Rome was martyred.
The shower is visible from mid-July each year, with the peak in activity being the mid-August, depending on the particular location of the stream. During the peak, the rate of meteors reaches sixty or more per hour. While they can be seen all across the sky, because of the path of Swift-Tuttle’s orbit Perseids are primarily visible in the northern hemisphere.
Today is my brother Mark’s birthday, he is 32 years old today.
I was recently sorting through some old photographs, and I discovered an old picture of he and I as small children. Though we were sitting very close to one another, we were each facing different directions. Such have I felt for many years of late.
“…you can climb a ladder up to the sun,
or write a song nobody has sung,
or do something that’s never been done…”
Mark is a man of manifold talents, furious ambition, and boundless charisma.
As long as I have known him, which has been the span of his entire life, I cannot think of a field or endeavor in which he has not excelled. He is abundantly successful in his professional and personal spheres.
Rising from an entry-level flunky to the managerial vanguard of his company in only a few short years, he possesses an enviable invulnerability in a volatile and hyper-competitive industry.
Charming and amiable, he has a vast network of friends stretching from Austin to Memphis and back to East Texas, as well as the love of a beautiful woman.