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    Tales of a Three-legged Newt
    Tales of a Three-legged Newt
    Tales of a Three-legged Newt
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    Tales of a Three-legged Newt

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    In his book Mr. Olcott's Skies: An Old Book and a Youthful Obsession, author Thomas Watson explored the origins of his love for the night sky, and how after a nearly thirty year hiatus he returned to the pursuit of amateur astronomy. Tales of a Three-legged Newt is in part the rest of that story, recounting the acquisition of the telescope of boyhood dreams and sharing some of the experiences it brought in the years that followed. It's also a collection of ideas and opinions written for the entertainment of those who share a love for the night sky. This is not a book about how to observe the stars and planets. It's a book about why people do so, from the perspective one amateur star gazer.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDesert Stars Publishing
    Release dateOct 3, 2017
    ISBN9781386356363
    Tales of a Three-legged Newt
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    Thomas Watson

    I am a writer, amateur astronomer, and long-time fan of science fiction living in Tucson, AZ. I'm a transplanted desert rat, having come to the Sonoran Desert of the American Southwest many years ago from my childhood home in Illinois. I have a B.S. in plant biology from the University of Arizona, and have in the past worked as a laboratory technician for that institution. Among many other things, I am also a student of history, natural history, and backyard horticulture.  I also cook a pretty good green chili pork stew. But most of all, I'm a writer. The art of writing is one of those matters that I find difficult to trace to a single source of inspiration in my life. Instead of an "Aha! This is it!" moment, I would say my desire to write is the cumulative effect of my life-long print addiction. My parents once teased me by claiming I learned to read before I could tie my own shoelaces. Whether or not that's true, I learned to read very early in life, and have as a reader always cast a very wide net. My bookshelves are crowded and eclectic, with fiction by C.J. Cherryh, Isaac Asimov, and Tony Hillerman, and nonfiction by Annie Dillard, Stephen Jay Gould, and Ron Chernow, among many others. It's no doubt due to my eclectic reading habits that I have an equal interest in writing both fiction and nonfiction. The experience of reading, of feeling what a writer could do to my head and my heart with their words, eventually moved me to see if I could do the same thing for others. I'm still trying to answer that question.

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      Tales of a Three-legged Newt - Thomas Watson

      TALES OF A THREE-LEGGED NEWT

      Essays and Anecdotes for

      Amateur Astronomers

      by

      Thomas Watson

      Tales of a Three-legged Newt by Thomas Watson

      Copyright ©2017 by Thomas Watson

      All rights reserved.

      No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. For permission requests, contact the author at:

      [email protected].

      The author expressly prohibits any entity from using this publication for purposes of training artificial intelligence (AI) technologies to generate text, including without limitation technologies that are capable of generating works in the same style or genre as this publication. The author reserves all rights to license uses of this work for generative AI training and development of machine learning language models.

      DESERT STARS PUBLISHING

      This one is for the members of the Cloudy Nights forum and the Tucson Amateur Astronomy Association. Clear skies to you all!

      With special thanks to Linda for making sure this book is as error free as possible.

      The work you are about to read was produced without the use of generative AI.

      Contents

      TALES

      The Upgrade to End All Upgrades

      First Light

      The Name’s the Thing

      On A Dark and Windy Night

      The Chair

      You Fabulous People!

      Bumps In The Night

      Happy Halloween

      Marathon

      OBSERVATIONS

      Three Evenings in December

      Jewels in Dark Settings, Two by Two

      Dark Skies in the West

      A Fine and Quiet Lunacy

      RANDOM ESSAYS

      That Newbie Feeling

      Terminator Slide

      Divide and Conquer

      They Just Don’t Make ‘Em...

      A Full Kit

      Epilogue

      A Moon-Watcher's Night Before Christmas

      TALES

      The Upgrade to End All Upgrades

      WHEN I WAS FOURTEEN years old I bought a 60mm refractor from J.C. Penney. I was trying to save up money for a larger instrument, but teenage impatience and the lack of opportunities to earn money in my home town resulted in a smaller instrument. Somehow, I didn’t feel like I was settling for less. It was a telescope; I was a happy person. Of course, since this was unfortunately a 60mm department-store special, my interest in visual observing was doomed. Everyone knows that these telescopes bring only disappointment. Hobby killers, they call them.

      Right.

      I spent most of my teen years staring at the night sky through that telescope, any clear night I could get away with it. Fortunately, I didn’t know any of the killjoys and naysayers back then. I enjoyed the instrument for what it was and what it could do, studied the Moon and double stars, watched Venus wax and wane, and believe me when I say those nights under the stars with that small telescope changed me forever. Am I an exception that proves the rule? From the comments I’ve received from readers of my book Mr. Olcott’s Skies — An Old Book and Youthful Obsession, I don’t believe so.

      Much as I enjoyed using that telescope, however, I always wanted something bigger. We all do that, at some point. And more eyepieces. I spent a lot of time gazing at eyepieces in Edmund Scientifics catalogs, though due to a lack of funds I never bought anything from them. So I used that small refractor regularly the way it originally came out of the box, and I filled spiral notebooks with observations based on star charts I copied in the town library. These matters were the most important in the universe to me at that time. I was a nerd before it was fashionable — long before.

      Then I grew up.

      It was not the best decision I ever made.

      Of course, it was not entirely a matter of choice. These things happen. You get older and things change — even if you don’t entirely embrace the concept of adulthood. And I never really did, which is why, in the late summer of 2003, the planet Mars was able to convince me that what I most needed at that point in my life was a telescope. A much bigger telescope.

      As I recounted in Mr. Olcott’s Skies, childhood for me was dominated by fascination with the natural world. The lane on which I lived was unpaved; there were woods and a creek within an easy walk. The town was surrounded by farmland. This was my playground and unofficial classroom. The people who raised me — parents and grandparents, aunts and uncles — encouraged my investigations with books and the science kits so popular in the 1960’s. Being of an imaginative nature, I soaked it all up without ever once wondering why I would do so, unaware (for a time) that this was at all unusual. Learning the songs of birds and the names of trees, understanding why wildflowers in spring bloom before trees leaf out, learning what to expect (more or less) from the weather by studying clouds and noting the direction of the wind — this was life.

      Life took some strange turns after growing up. I lost the dark, rural skies of my youth by moving to Phoenix and, combined with the numerous distractions of life in the big city, this resulted in the refractor being packed away and more or less forgotten. Oh, it decorated a few apartments I lived in, and I never once considered disposing of it, but it was almost never used. The skies over Phoenix were too bright for much more than Moon-watching, and there were all those other things to do. I ran a small business, dabbled in freelance journalism, wrote books that didn’t sell, got married, wrote more books and stories (they still didn’t sell) and ultimately went back to school to finish a long-delayed degree in plant biology. That’s botany with test tubes, in case you’re wondering. And that process led me to Tucson, where my wife and I have lived ever since. One night, taking a walk after dinner, she asked me which constellations were over our heads. Answering her question led to a pair of surprises. The first was that, after all those years, I could still recognize the brighter constellations.

      The second was that I could see them at all. It was only then that what I’d heard about the local light pollution rules, put in place for the sake of nearby observatories, became real for me. Evening walks became a bit more hazardous, due to a tendency on my part to look up as we strolled along. I was already standing with one foot on the comeback trail when Mars became newsworthy.

      There’d been other near misses, but there’d always been a reason to say No, not yet. The clear night sky over Chaco Canyon held me spellbound and sleepless for a night, but we went home to Phoenix after that and other such trips and the Old Scope stayed in its box. (It only came out during the hunt for Halley’s comet that ultimately led to thirty years — as of now — of marriage.) Shortly after moving to Tucson, while still a student, we drove out to Kitt Peak as part of our early explorations of the region. There were telescopes for sale in the visitor center. I was tempted, but we were living on one paycheck and student loans at the time, so — no, not yet. Even that night of realization, that while the skies over Tucson were not dark they might be dark enough, didn’t do it.

      In August of 2003, that suddenly changed. I was working as a laboratory technician, a job that paid well enough to meet expenses and leave something left over for hobbies. Mars came as close to the Earth as it ever will again in my lifetime, and the news media was making quite a fuss about it. The Flandrau Science Center, at the University of Arizona where I worked, arranged with the local astronomy club to hold a public viewing of the Red Planet. I saw the announcement in the campus newspaper and talked my wife into attending. On a sultry August Saturday night we joined a sizeable crowd on the grassy east mall of the University. The summer rainy season, the so-called Desert Monsoon, was experiencing a bit of a local downturn, but storms elsewhere were blowing out and sending rafts of debris clouds over the city. We managed quick looks at Mars through a couple of telescopes as it was alternately revealed and obscured by monsoon clouds. What we saw was amazing, but by then Mars had already served its purpose. I was surrounded by telescopes, walking through a field of telescopes.

      I was all grown up and it was finally time to buy another telescope. A larger telescope.

      That sounds so calm and reasoned. To be honest, I was having a flashback to those younger days, walking around dazzled by the assembled gear and trying not to trip over my own feet. Here around me were instruments beyond anything I’d dreamt of as a boy, and people were quoting prices that were, on current income, possible. My wife probably heard something in me snap. That would have been the connection between the boy I was and the present-day adult contracting like a length of elastic suddenly released. Three decades of strain released in a moment.

      One of the advantages of having grown up is that I have just a little more patience than the fourteen-year-old who bought that now venerable refractor. I didn’t immediately go to Starizona here in Tucson and hand over my credit card. The Mars viewing events (there ended up being two, and we attended both) made it clear the choice would involve more than deciding between a refractor and a reflector, and simply buying the largest of either that I could afford. I had some research to do.

      Fortunately, Al had invented the internet by then.

      I gave myself a refresher course on visual astronomy using the old refractor, outfitted now with a couple of Plössl eyepieces and a hybrid diagonal. (I tell this tale in detail in Mr. Olcott’s Skies I obtained a copy of Field Book of the Skies by William Tyler Olcott and used it to pick up where I’d left off all those years ago. And I searched the internet for telescope information and reviews. Searching for reviews led me straight to the Cloudy Nights forum.

      That was a game changer.

      Having been appalled by some truly vile discussions on matters astronomical elsewhere on the internet, I was initially reluctant to do more than lurk at Cloudy Nights. Over the space of about a month, however, I found myself steadily more impressed by and attracted to the civil tone of that forum. I was also, because of the way this virtual place was managed, gleaning far more information from Cloudy Nights than elsewhere. And so, on November 5th, 2003, I logged on for the first time as a member and became a part of that community. The conversations that followed changed the nature of my research. In response to questions I asked, I found myself being asked in turn questions that clarified what exactly I was trying to accomplish. Some of these were matters that might never have occurred to me, until too

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