On this day in 1930, Pluto was discovered in the Heavens.
In the summer of 2006, however, the International Astronomical Union announced that Pluto would no longer be considered a planet. Evidently, planets need a clearly defined orbit, Pluto makes an overlapping orbit move around Neptune, that adds up to “disqualification.”
As for me, so what if this distant orb gets a little too chummy with his nearest neighbor in the sky. It must get mighty lonely up there. There will always be a planet named Pluto in my Galaxy, undeserving of this demotion.
The story of Pluto’s discovery is remarkable enough in itself.
A farmer’s son, who couldn’t go to college because of a hailstorm’s destruction on crops…..Clyde Tombaugh discovered Pluto at the Lowell Observatory. It was only after his discovery that a scholarship grant permitted him to earn the education he so richly deserved. So tiny hailstones, particles of ice formed in the atmosphere, permitted this farmboy to take a path in life to discover one of the most well known objects formed of ice as well.
What makes this story even more fascinating is that Clyde Tombaugh’s ashes are currently in space on their way to Pluto……aboard the New Horizons Spacecraft……destination 2015.
So………Planet or not……..this orb will become the resting place of an Illinois born farmboy who kept his eyes to the sky……searching for his own star…….
I named a star for my grandson in the National Star Registry…..as he grows and turns his eyes upward to the beacons of the night, he will know one bears his name as his eyes search the sky.
Miles, light years away, but lighting up his heart.
RIP Clyde, on Planet Pluto.
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