Start of the day: coffee and memories
I'm sitting here half-watching a British detective show while I slowly finish my still slightly warm coffee... When I was a kid, I sometimes went with my dad in to his work. He was an astronomer, working at the Hayden Planetarium in New York. One summer I quit a bad job--mother's helper for a bad mother...and he gave me a job at the Planetarium doing some paperwork, compiling reports on sun spots. Every day started with him and his colleagues having coffee and pastries along with casual... Sign in to see full entry.