Sands and Stars

Coming home from the stars and landing firmly on the Earth: In the woods on a lofty ridgetop, near the peak where Appalachian waters are made to choose whether to tumble east or west, a geographic point etched in history lies at the base of a 20th century stone. Image from Facebook that shows the location of the Tripoint. Text accompanying the photo on social media is wildly incorrect. Maybe you've seen it pictured recently in an image posted to Facebook and other social media platforms. The photo itself is accurate; the location described in accompanying texts is not. In truth, this is the point where Pennsylvania, Maryland and West Virginia meet. It is the intersection of the historic Mason-Dixon Line (Pennsylvania's southern border for the most part) and the Deakins Line (the West Virginia-Maryland border after 1912). This stone sits outside of Markleysburg, Pa., in Fayette County. It is not , as some have written, uh . . . in "Northeastern Central Pennsylvania." ...

"She's gone ... I better learn how to face it ... "  Hall & Oates, 1973. It's no secret. I'd been seeing her for months, pretty much nightly right after sunset. Some of you may have watched me standing  affixed, staring in her direction, hypnotized by her stunning appearance. This relationship started late last summer and carried throughout the winter. I'd spent many evenings mesmerized by her beauty. She's so bright, eye-catching -- and frankly, she's hot. The blazing goddess on her celestial throne after sunset. Alas, the goddess has left me! She’s no longer showing up for our meetings at dusk. But now, I know just where to find her. Venus had been blazing nightly in the western sky at dusk since about August. The planet is so brilliant, sometimes showing a cream color, so it's nearly impossible to miss. Venus, in fact, normally is the brightest natural object in our sky after the Sun and Moon. The second planet in our solar system, Venus is ...

Oh, spring has sprung! And so has my first installment to my  Observational Astronomy section! Ah, the first day of spring! Or true spring, as I call it. Oh, yes, in some locations, it's still cold and nasty, but as I once wrote in a Pittsburgh Post-Gazette article, the arrival of spring just “dealt Old Man Winter a well-deserved death blow!” That instant came this year when the vernal equinox, that heralds spring, occurred at 5:01 a.m. EDT today (March 20, 2025). At least Old Man Winter is pretty much a shadow of his former self. Here are examples from past years. The long and short(er) of it: Two-season shadows across the street from my house. Why is today so important if the weather's not so great? It's spring, right? Because the seasons are astronomical events, not weather events. To me, there is no such thing as meteorological spring, except to allow weather people to have a fixed date to attach data. Without the astronomical tilt of our planet, there would be no seaso...

Winds of change . . .  Leave it to a hurricane to boot me out of my doldrums and make me write again. Well, it’s actually my scorecard from the night Hurricane Milton roared past us. My lovely and brave wife Amy and I hunkered down in a safe house we rented in Palm Harbor, Fla. Only a few miles away from home, it was about 50 feet higher in elevation, so we’d have no storm surge issues there. Radar imagery of Milton; the blue dot shows our location. Our comfortable home in the Daventry Square neighborhood was in a mandatory evacuation zone, so with our dog Draco at our sides, off we went. When we returned, our house was undamaged for the most part.  Draco surveying the scene from the rental house. It looks calm out there, but conditions were going to get much worse. So, if you like, please come along and "enjoy" Milton with us! And don't forget about  our hurricane experiences as told in the Washington (Pa.) Observer-Reporter! My scorecard: Oct. 11, 2024 Got an extreme wi...

It's clear I don't get out much. Not all that much in my 70 years, for sure. In fact, I'm certain some of my friends will chuckle at this paltry list. Why just  who would guffaw over this? I'm thinking of a dear college buddy and a former writer, both of whom have traveled all over the place. Ah yes, it's Pete overseas. A 2023 photo of your friendly author (left, of course) with the statue of Irish singer Joe Dolan in the Market Square of Mullingar, County Westmeath. Before you allow yourself a hearty ha-ha, keep in mind I have been to places in my home state of Pennsylvania such as Apollo, Moon, Venus, Mars, Slippery Rock, Brave, Big Beaver, and yes, even Fombell. Oh, and I now live in Florida, which certainly is quite a trip in itself these days. The real reason I've compiled this is because . . . well, I was wondering if I'd visited more countries than I have visited U.S. states. Yeah, this is what I do when I can't fall asleep. The final tally says...

What would they think? I stepped back in time on Friday, June 23, 2023. Not literally, of course, but for me, it was a highly emotional moment in which I connected with family from generations ago.    My wife Amy and I visited the Church of the Most Holy Redeemer in the village of Ballymore, County Westmeath, Ireland. My great-great grandparents, John and Mary McDermott, were married in that church in 1854, when the building was nine years old. And my great grandmother, Catherine (Kate) Mary McDermott Gray, was baptized here in 1868. Her siblings were baptized here, too. As I stood in the front of the church, tears of joy trickled down my cheeks. I felt somewhat embarrassed: I turned as if to hide the tears from Amy, but I was certain she knew of the powerful feelings I felt. After all, I was standing in the spot where my ancestors had stood, where they taken part in heart-felt ceremonies that were so important to them. It's clear I would not be alive if not for ma...