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When I was a kid in an astronomy club, the only constellation I was able to learn was Orion.

Even the dippers eluded me many nights.

And the rest of them? Nah. I wore glasses.

So a thrill to see my very own constant constellation friend rising in the east.

What can I say?

How about "hi!".

Now if they had shown me this picture, I would have had it down cold. But as it was, I had Mr. Ravelli who cared enough to stand out in a cold field with the class nerds with one of those star maps in our hands.

Mr. Ravelli. Not my type but a definite heart-throb. Perhaps the reason I went into science and engineering.

He was very supportive to a kid who needed adult male attention. I remember him fondly.

Let's try another picture without all the picture folderol.

Labels: astronomy, life