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An Orphan Finds A Home
His name is Louie...Baby Louie. The article I read was about a clutch of fossilized eggs that originate in China. I think it's pretty cool that we're still digging up the past, literally, and recording the interesting stuff we find. (Did you know archaeologists even dig up old latrine locations? That's for another article.) Anyway, the scientists pore over the hardened bones and yolk and decide they don't know what species Louie was from. All the adult versions of that species were too small to pass that size egg.
Physical semantics aside...scientists finally found the possible giant parent sized oviraptorosaur fossil of little Louie. And the ostrich-like adult would have weighed as much as a rhino and been as tall as an elephant. Not something I'd really like to see pecking around in my front yard. I have enough trouble with canadian geese thinking my mulch is a comfy place to hang out...even though my cats might disagree.
So in the span of 25 years or so, science matches a family of dinosaurs. There was always the "what if" in the forefront of the discovery, it merely took a few years to assemble the picture. It certainly makes one wonder what else lies beneath our feet waiting to be discovered, if even on a microscopic level. Like in the movie Men In Black...there could be entire constellations.
As always, dream...and Write On!
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Excerpt: The only thing in life my father had ever concerned himself with was money. He listened to the stock market reports and read the money columns in the Wall Street Journal, spoke of profit margins and percentages, but alas, he was not a rich man; he was just plain-old-cheap. He was frugal to a malignant fault.
My older brother and I would see him twice a year, when he would pick us up from where we lived with my mom. He would bring us on one of his special outings, usually to a fair or a stock-car race, for which he would make us aware of every dollar he spent for the day. He would calculate how many miles to drive to the Danbury Fair, what mileage he was getting on his Pontiac Bonneville, and calculate the total cost of gas consumption for the day. Then, he would tally the cost of meals for my brother and me, admission to the fair, cost of the rides, and add-in how much he would have made if he had worked for the day, and not taken us out. He kept a running total for the trip.
Excerpt: It had been a banner year for our household. Changes in our lives came swiftly and unexpectedly; one crisis after another. First, there was ‘the accident’, which alone would have been enough to bring the strongest of heart to their knees. My husband’s accident resulted in a hospital stay that lasted for many months. He had narrowly escaped death.
Excerpt: He starting shouting, "Hey, there is a dinosaur out there. I saw it. It was in the woods!"
"Bill, there are no dinosaurs around anymore; they are all extinct. I learned about it in school."
"But I saw one; I'm not lying! It was really big and I saw it in the woods back there!" he kept insisting.
Excerpt: A pair of purple-black eyes wheeled and glared at him from down the path, near the base of the hill some eighty meters down. They belonged to an impossible visage: a mottled green, scaly head with a long, powerful snout and a plume of green and purple feathers beginning at the forehead and cascading back over a muscular neck. The creature whose attention Cristoff had caught stood erect on two avian haunches, its V-shaped arms bobbing slowly at its sides. It had been crossing the path, about to reenter the forest; now it turned its whole sleek torso squarely toward Cristoff with a swift, menacing hop. It must have stood nearly three meters tall.
Excerpt: The early morning had started out foggy, what I call dinosaur weather. As I headed into the Oakland foothills on Nomad, my Honda trail 90 motor bike, all around me was damp gray fog as far as I could see. Leaving the valley, Nomad took me up Mountain Boulevard until we reached Snake Road. The fog grew thicker the farther up the winding narrow road we drove.
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