The Red Brick Times

The summer solstice is the longest day of the year, respectively, in the sense that the length of time elapsed between sunrise and sunset on this day is a maximum for the year. Of course, daylight saving time means that the first Sunday in April has 23 hours and the last Sunday in October has 25 hours, but these human meddlings with the calendar and do not correspond to the actual number of daylight hours. In Chicago, there are 15:02 hours of daylight on the summer solstice of June 21, 1999.


Go look at Science World to check out human meddling with the calendar and the Solstice.


Remember, Becky offered to host Summer Solstice up along the Lake at Volunteer's Bay. Big house, overnight quarters for those who stay up the short night through, access to the private beach for dipping and dabbling. Since I seem to live the closest to the site, I will accumulate a list of those planning to attend. Get in touch with me by whatever means. All carrier pigeons will be cheerfully defeathered, roasted and eaten. All carrier chickens will be egged on. Carrier cows will be milked for information. Get word to me or I will keep punning until you fall to the earth moaning in pain and sorrow. Don't make me come down there!

Email, Blog posting, comment thread, phone call, snailmail, divine revelation, anything. About one month left until the big day. Say what food you plan, just so we don't wind up with three thousand pounds of pound cake and no piles of pounded steak or hake to bake. Dust off those antique lawn Jarts and wear your helmets while driving at home, to work. Unleash those super squirters filled with lemonade. Break apart the copralite-like lumps of ossified marshmallows and snaggle-tined fire-blackened toasting forks. I dunno if there is an outside fire pit perchance, but corroded old ash crusted charcoal grills and gallons of volatile starter fluid will fill the bill just fine, thank you. Now is not the time to be shy and retiring. Step forth and take back the day to forge the link between the world of Homeland Security and the ancient world of waning days and moon cycles. Stop and smell the grass clippings.
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