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Riding RocketsOver the barking dogs I again heard my momБЂ™s plaintive cry, БЂњHugh, not in front of the children.БЂ«Even near-death experiences like this did nothing to dampen my enthusiasm for family trips into the great emptiness of New Mexico. It was an emptiness that pulled the sky closer. I could climbthrough the clouds and sit on a mountain peak and look down and imagine I was in a jet skimming over the white. I would lie in a meadow and watch thunderstorms build over the Sangre de Cristo Mountains and dream of someday soaring between the canyons of vapor. But it was the New Mexican night skies that most captured my imagination. I needed only to step into my backyard to be in space. Unlike the light-polluted, haze-shrouded heavens that had domed our previous homes, AlbuquerqueБЂ™s sky was dry and stygian in its blackness. On one occasion, my grandmother visiting from New York City stood with me looking at the night sky and commented, БЂњYou wonБЂ™t be able to see any stars tonight, Mike. ItБЂ™s cloudy.БЂ«I was baffled by her comment since to my eye the sky was spotlessly clear ...» |
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