Fifteen thousand years ago, most of northern North America was covered with a continent-spanning glacier a half-mile or more thick. The ice reached south to the valleys of the present Ohio and Missouri rivers, and extended from coast to coast.
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Life will survive the mess, but will we?
Sunday evening. Jumping up and down on the contents of the huge rolling trash bin, trying to make room for a few more bags — of what? Wine bottles, junk-mail catalogs, computer-printouts of drafts of this column, a week’s worth of Boston Globes and the New York Sunday Times.
Apocalypse now?
I heard on the radio the other day that a “rocket scientist” had predicted — with the aid of mathematical equations and biblical references — the imminent end of the world.
Cycle of destruction
Gershwin said it: I got rhythm. Let’s add to that: All God’s creatures got rhythm. Every bird in the air and fish in the sea got rhythm. There are daily rhythms: Roosters grow at sunrise and bats fly at dusk. There are annual rhythms: Ferns unfurl their fronds in the spring and trees go gaudy with color in the fall. And there are monthly rhythms: The moon raises tides in the sea and inspires periodic lunacy and romance.
Did a meteorite destroy the dinosaurs?
The meteor was traveling through space at tens of thousands of miles per hour when it collided with the earth. It was as big as a house, weighed a hundred thousand tons, and blasted a hole in the ground the size of downtown Boston.