Pretty sure north east PA had a massive snowstorm that year. It was like six feet and we had a week off of school.
Finishing up my third year at Oxford. I wrote some pretty good poetry that spring. Then back to America and on to my first semester at Princeton Seminary. Lor', that was a come down. Went from pub visits and trips to the cinema and tea in friends' rooms and concerts and excursions (and writing a whole lot of essays) to so much reading my eyes went bad, and no social life whatsoever.
If it's the one I remember, that happened around the end of 1995, beginning of 1996. I recall Gov. Whitman ordering everyone off the roads. That blizzard saved my academic life at Princeton. Without it putting off first semester finals a week or two, I think I would have flunked every last one of them.
The deer and the antelope play all the time in the state of Kansas. Which is just below Nebraska, by the way.
Shouldn't it be "OOOOooooooo—klahoma?" No wait, my bad, Oklahoma is where the wind comes sweeping down the plain or whatever. I don't recall exactly where it is the deer and the antelope play.
I was busy moving a 3 story barn. I bought an old house with a waterfall in the backyard. At the time I owned a welding business and I needed a place to store steel. The barn had wooden floor and clean outs for the horse manure down below. I would never have ability to store any weight in the barn the way it was configured. I took the barn down piece by piece and carried it across the lawn to erect next to the road so I could access it with a tractor trailer. While I had never done anything like this, I figured that I could take one beam down at a time and put it up one at a time. I would later go on to pick up my house and move it across the lawn to overlook the falls.
I was just finishing up a house that I had built completely ; myself and my fourteen year old son. That year was the end of two years of hard, never ending work, and the beginning of the end of thirty years of marriage. A tough year.
Wait, what? You mean John Denver recorded it? So did Frank Sinatra, and a lot of other people. The lyrics to "Home on the Range" were written by Dr. Brewster Higley in Smith County, Kansas, in 1873 and set to music in the same decade by violinist and fellow Kansas resident Daniel Kelley. The State of Kansas adopted it as its state song in 1947.
His name was there when I lookeed up the lyrics, I assumed he had written it. Maybe they just randomly pick one person who covered it and put their name there? Who knows? It's the internet—there's no rhyme or reason to it.
I know. When I went back last night to refresh my memory on how the 19th century lyricist spelled his name, I came up with "'Home on the Range,' by Frank Sinatra." Accompanying just the lyrics, you understand. (What's that famous Abe Lincoln quote about not believing everything you read on the Internet . . . ?)
Working on the International Space Station at Rocketdyne in Canoga Park, only 162 miles away from home as I live 4 miles from TJ Mexico. My group designed neutral buoyancy components to be used by NASA at the Johnson Space Center where they duplicated part of the space station in a 2.1 million gallon tank so the astronauts in their space suits could go through all the repair scenarios to gain experience before they had to do the real thing. Of course, the idea with neutral buoyancy was you could let go of an object and it didn't sink or float.
Oh! So that’s why the Big Dipper in the fall looks like a Little Bear in the spring. It’s the diffraction.
Found out/was reminded over the weekend that I kept part of my 1995 journal digitally. Yikes, I had some pretty intense stuff going on that year. (Now I'm tempted to transcribe the longhand portions and consolidate it. As if I had time for that!)
Yes.. A lot of parts were made from HDPE, a high strength plastic that had a mass similar to water. HDPE is .97 g/cm³ while water is 1 g/cm³
Goodness everyone here is way older than me, 1995 was 13 years before I was born I can't overstate the value of having more experienced individuals to learn from, though, especially with something like writing where the range of styles and inspirations is so varied
Hey Dewey, I would highly caution you against learning from "more experienced individuals" if by that you mean people like me who happen to be older. When I was your age, I too was writing, but my writing really struggled until I was in my 30s. After that, it improved incrementally until I started a family and had kids, at which point there was a massive improvement. My point isn't that you have to get married or have kids to be a writer; more so that life experiences shape you and sharpen your authorial voice. @RMBROWN can say this much better than me, I am sure. For me, being a writer is equal parts reading, writing, and living. All three are required. Don't short change the living, and don't substitute anyone else's for yours.
