Running for Your Life: Eclipse Clips

I was thisclose to publishing a personal essay on the recent US solar eclipse … as far as an intro and an ending, to wit:


When my wife, M, looked up from the chart in a newspaper showing a dark band across the length of the country, I knew.

We would be making tracks to the place that promised one of the longest periods of darkness in the middle of an American summer day. That would be 2 minutes and 39 seconds of pitch black in Columbia, Missouri.

“Our anniversary is Sunday,” I reminded her. We’d have to leave for the heartland on our 28th anniversary of marriage.

“That’s perfect then, isn’t it? ’Cause you know what the writer Annie Dillard says?"

“No, what?”

“That comparing a partial eclipse to a total eclipse is akin to kissing a man versus marrying him.”

Every boomer knows the line by heart, the phrase from that famous song by Carly Simon:

“Then you flew your Lear jet up to Nova Scotia/to see the total eclipse of the sun.”

“So,” I said to M, “you did think that song was about you?”

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Imagine the scene across the country, millions upon millions standing shoulder to shoulder, staring skyward.

Which brings to mind what our rabbi told us on our wedding day twenty-eight years ago.

He quoted Antoine de Saint Exupery that “Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction.”

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