B. A. Binns here, back with the Genre-istas
There was a time when I thought part of growing older meant leaving passions behind. I'm still not telling my age, but I long ago decided that youth is where passion belongs.
- I was über passionate about boys in high school
- Saving the world was my college passion - anybody remember ZPG (Zero Population Growth)
- I did a brief passionate stint on politics in college, I campaigned for a presidential candidate (he lost) and marched on my then state capital (Madison, Wisconsin)
- Early adulthood brought a passion for astronomy that turned me into an eclipse chaser. Only passion could put me in a Canadian ice field in the middle of January and cheering when the temperature droped. There's nothing like staring at a black hole where the sun used to be in the star-filled sky at noon. I forgot the cold and turned into a primitive sun-worshipper. I've seen four total solar eclipses since, all in warmer climates - including a Lybian desert. Yeah desert !!
All-in-all a pretty passion free existence.
But I recently received news that will drive passion to a whole new level. I have to wait until August, 2012, and then:
I don't know yet if it will be a boy or girl. It doesn't matter, at least not to me. I've already begun practicing with my neice, and I'm scoping out the offering in Babies 'R Us. I'll have this little bundle to hold and read to and enjoy - and then hand back to the parents and wish them luck. I can see passion on the horizon and closing fast.