Impressed with a Bird, Not an Eclipse
We all have priorities, don’t we?
It’s happening now, as I write. The eclipse. Not a total one here in Florida, but I don’t care and didn’t look. The sunlight in my backyard appeared weird for a few minutes. Yawn.
I don’t understand all the hoopla surrounding the eclipse. People traveling thousands of miles and spending thousands of dollars to wear paper glasses for a brief moment of darkness in the daytime. Come summer here in Florida, we’ll have many afternoon thunderstorms that will plunge us into darkness more total than the total eclipse.
I remember the 1963 total eclipse. I was visiting my best friend and her family in Maryland. I don’t recall there being special glasses for the eclipse. Instead, her dad brought home multi-colored chunks of glass from his factory job. Neighbors gathered on their lawn, he handed out the blocks of colorful glass, and we all looked at the eclipse. I expected something big, but it was only the sun blacked out for a bit. No big deal.
What is a big deal to me? Black birds that look blue or like the colorful chunks of glass we looked through to see the eclipse.
