In the Salston household, two daughters and one husband were Dennis Kucinich fans.
Serada followed her older sister’s lead, but she was very much intrigued by the notion of UFOs, and when Addison started talking on how this particular presidential candidate was a believer in UFOs, Serry took notice. Whenever there was a Kucinich commercial on the tube, or the candidate appeared on the news, the youngest Salston refocused her attention towards the television.
For his part, Tim loved to get involved in the shared stories that sprang from his daughter’s imaginations. Ronnie was the lone hold out on UFOs; she believed that no irrefutable evidence existed, and until then she would remain a sceptic.
The four family members were playing Go Fish on the living room floor; at the moment, Tim seemingly had half the deck of cards in his hands. All except Addison sat cross legged; Addie sat with one leg tucked underneath her, resting on her right foot.
The television was on in the background, facing Serry, though the sound was muted. She glanced up to see an ad for Kucinich running, triggering her to exclaim “Kucinich!”
The others turned out of automatic curiosity, but quickly returned their focus to the card game. Serry persisted on the newly triggered Kucinich subject. “Dad, do you really think he saw a UFO?”
“Well, he says he did, so I am sure he believes that is what he saw. Whether it actually was, no one else can say. Do you think he saw one?” Tim knew of Serry’s deep interest in this, and encouraged her to continue.
“Yup! He says it was shaped like a triangle and was watching him or the area. He is a candidate for president, and isn’t that who they would watch?”
Hearing this, Addie felt an urge to comment “Precisely who they should avoid. I’d go for say… Angelina Jolie or George Clooney!” After pausing briefly, she turned to Tim. “Dad, can we use the ‘scope tonight, we haven’t in a couple of weeks!”
“It’s a clear night, cool enough so that mosquitoes will not be out. Not sure on phase of the moon though. Last time we used the telescope it was almost a full moon and that made it harder to see. So it should be closer to a quarter moon now. Sure, we can go play with it some once it is sufficiently dark out.”
At this, Addie smiled while Serry inquired “can I go too?”
“Of course you can, Serry!” Ronnie piped in. “You know that you always get to go out and look.”After the card game wrapped up – Addison won again – Tim went and fetched the telescope from it’s basement berthing, and carried it out doors onto the back deck via the full basement door. Tim set it up, and then returned inside for his daughters.
Within minutes, the now clad in jackets young women were taking turns looking around the sky. Polaris, the North Star came first, followed by Vega, Arcturus, Mars, Saturn, and Antares.
Each new view brought questions on how big and how far, and Tim admitted he was unsure, but that they would look it up upon going back inside.
The night viewing ended with the obligatory look to 51 Pegasi. This was the first star positively identified as having at least one planet orbiting, and as such all three of the stargazers extrapolated that information into fodder for their imaginations. This was somewhere they could look and ponder that perhaps, just perhaps… someone there was looking back at them.
Once inside, Tim let Addie and Serry go search the net for information. He sat down next to Ronnie, and both smiled as they listened to the conversation emanating from across the room, imaginations run wild. Tim said nothing, but 51 Pegasi seriously and tangibly triggered the minds of Addie and Serry, almost as if there was some natural pull in that direction. This was not a whimsical or throwaway thought – for they were his daughters – and there are some things which are passed from generation to generation socially and genetically.
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