Skyward
March 2019
If you have read this column more than
once, you probably are not too surprised to understand that I love comets. Comets are a part of me, a part of who I
am.
But I had to wait a while
before I saw my first comet. I was
already 17 years old and had been interested in the sky for a number of
years. When I learned that the two young
Japanese amateur astronomers Kaoru Ikeya and Tsutomu Seki had discovered a
comet that could become the comet of the century, I was spellbound. During the mild autumn of 1965, as I awaited this
mighty comet, I decided to begin a comet search program of my own.
At the end of October I
finally saw this comet as it rose, tail first, in the sky to the east beyond
the St. Lawrence River. I observed it
again a week later in early November. I
have never forgotten it, even as, in later years, I finally was able to
correspond with the comet’s two discoverers.
Their comet did become the brightest comet of the 20th
century, and my own program, after many more years of searching, was successful.
To me, comets are as personal
as almost anything in my life. I have
discovered or co-discovered 23 of them, but my favorite is Comet Hyakutake.
(prounounced Yah-koo-tah-key.) This
comet provided everything a great comet should:
it was big, it was bright, and its tail stretched majestically across
the sky. I followed the tail one night
from Polaris, the north star, all the way past Corvus in the far southern
sky. When I reported my observation, a
professional astronomer wrote to me that it was simply impossible for the tail
to be so long. In order for that to
happen, the tail would have had to stretch from Earth past Jupiter. A few years later, scientists studying the
data from the Ulysses space probe identified its detection of the tail at the
orbit of Jupiter, and the astronomer confirmed what I saw.
There is one other aspect
that I can write about Comet Hyakutake.
Between the time it passed so close to the Earth and the time it passed
close to the Sun a couple of months later, Wendee and I were growing
closer. One evening as we were driving
home to Arizona from Las Cruces, New Mexico, I pulled over, turned off the car,
and we enjoyed the comet together as it was ner its perihelion, or its cloest
point to the Sun. It was the first time
Wendee saw a comet. She saw another one,
Hale-Bopp, the next year on our wedding night. And on October 3, 2006, she saw a third
comet, one I had discovered the previous morning.
Oh, how I
wish that more young people could capture s love of the nigh sky. Maybe soon another
bright comet will pay us a visit, and a young teenage girl or boy will look up,
watch it wander lazily across the sky, its tail pointing off in some direction,
and maybe this comet might inspire that young person to learn about the night
sky that is so much a part of us.
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