Grand Forks North Dakota
I wish I could say that I took the picture above but I didn’t. It was sent to me from my good friend Ignatius O’Hara a few days back. Truth is I’ve never seen the Aurora Borealis anywhere near Tacoma. Once, years ago when I was seven and living in Grand Forks, North Dakota, I remember my dad gathering me up out of bed and carrying me outside to look at it. It looked like green dancing smoke. Out in the snow of our front yard, wrapped up in my blanket and my dad’s arms, I kept thinking that I was missing something. That there was something I wasn’t seeing. At seven most of the world is still a wide-open mystery, so green smoke dancing in the sky didn’t impress me much I guess. I think at the time I was more interested in my dad’s reaction to the whole thing. The fact that he dragged me out of bed, carried me down the stairs and out into the night. I kept looking at the sky, at the shifting smoke and thought it looked as if the Milky Way was being blown by the wind. I know for a fac...