By: Paul S. Cilwa | Viewed: 3/28/2024 Occurred: 7/25/2002 |
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Invisible wonders fail to inspire. |
Thursday, July 25, 2002
Today we drove all day—no classroom work at all. We spent the morning backing up, and the afternoon roaming the streets.
Yesterday evening, when we got back from our road work, one of the other
students in my class commented he'd driven on the Interstate. Knowing how tricky
the intersections are near the entrance ramps, I joked, Deliberately?
But
today we all did it.
We also pulled up to a spot facing a little mountain
called Mt. Vernon, in the shadow of Big Bear. It was covered with little dirt
roads, so when our instructor said we—that is, I—were going to drive up and down
the mountain, I figured he meant we would be practicing on the dirt roads. So I
took the wheel and climbed the mountain on a four lane highway, and I wasn't
nervous because I was waiting for him to say something like, Turn here,
onto
one of the dirt roads. Next thing I knew we were down the mountain! (In
retrospect, it makes more sense to have done it on a highway like the ones I
would normally drive.)
In the evening I tried to work on another web site, and did get a little bit done; but my roommate, David (with the sleep apnea), would not stop talking for a moment. He is getting baptized in his church this coming weekend, and he chattered on and on about it while he watched WWF Smackdown! on UPN.
It's not that he isn't an interesting person. He was born in Arkansas and spent part of his childhood
going door-to-door with his brother, selling firewood they had chopped. That
gave him an opportunity to see a night sky filled with stars, which he missed
after he moved to California. However, one night, when he was dating the woman
who became his second wife, the Santa Ana wind blew away the smog and they sat
in his back yard, amazed at the glory spread out above. David began to point out
constellations to her: The Big Dipper, Orion, and so on. She was amazed. How
did you learn all this?
she asked.
In school,
he said, matter of factly. Didn't you?
No. In Southern California, schools do not teach the constellations to their students. I suppose because the lights of Hollywood wash them out, and the smog normally obscures them.
I, too, am a star guy. As a kid in rural Vermont, I know what the night sky is supposed to look like. —And that's including the fact that I had not yet been prescribed glasses to compensate for my near-sightedness, and so those stars looked fuzzy to me. They still seemed amazing.
If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore, and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown! But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile.Ralph Waldo Emerson