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"The Stars So Green and Bright" (part 1)
by Christopher Rowe
Many years ago, before this last, great war began, I spent a week at the University of Montana studying basic concepts of astronomy as part of a government-funded program promoting better understanding of the sciences among artists. My cohort—there were a dozen of us—numbered mostly writers of fiction, like me, but there was a screenwriter there, and a cartoonist. There was a dour man who told us he was a comedian. His humor was such that everything thing he said was wickedly funny, but you didn’t realize so until hours, sometimes months after he’d spoken.
That was the world in those days. Tax money spent so that a cartoonist might learn to properly plot a star on the main sequence, something every surviving human now knows how to do. I have told my stepdaughters about this and they indulge me with their usual eye rolling smiles. They do not know how much I love what they think of as their indulging me, just as they do not know how much I love them in general.
I am no longer a writer, of course, just as you are no longer a grocer, or a homemaker, or an educator. Like you, like my stepdaughters, I am a soldier.
