Papa and the Comet

A little background... over the next couple of months I will be telling stories about my parents on the weekends. This blog is my 'scrapbook'. For when I get old and want to remember stuff and for when my kids get older and I want to blackmail them (just joking on the blackmailing... I have enough stuff without the blog - GRIN). Hence, I want to remember stories about my mom and dad. Mom has kindly agreed to write a few up for me. Here is the first one:

One of the things my family use to do when I was growing up, was get up in the middle of the night to see 'shooting stars' or special cosmic activities. And here is one of my favorite stories about how crazy our family can be about it - from my mom (Mammaw)...

Two o'clock in the morning, Papa's at work, the kids and I are asleep. The phone rings, it's Papa telling me if I want to see the comet it is really bright ( I think it was Kohoutek) . So I get up, go out in the yard and try to find it. Finally I find it, a tiny speck with a tiny tail. He was flying 20,000 feet in the air, I was on the ground surrounded by street lights.

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