|Piece of the Chelyabinsk meteor|
A piece of history was sitting on the desk. I asked if I could take a picture of it. Picking up a white envelope from the desk, the Mad Scientist took a slip of paper from it and muttered, “Here is the train ticket.” A Russian train ticket. Who rode the train, I didn’t ask. I was told to rearrange things on the desk, but I didn’t want to contaminate that special piece of
rock meteorite. I couldn’t believe this was from outer space.
The shelf held several pieces of fragments from outer space, all placed haphazardly. Soft spoken as he was, I tried repeating words from the Mad Scientist as I heard them. Chondrules and chondrites — phantom words to me. The one piece that piqued my interest was the one from Mars. “From Mars!” I could finally exclaim in comprehension. We’ve all heard of Mars, another planet.
|A Mad Scientist|
While going through his collection, the Mad Scientist said to himself (I believed he was speaking to himself), “I need to find something for class tomorrow.” I let him get on his task. Taking out a plastic food container full of stones, he selected a little grey piece. Something for his class tomorrow, I thought, as he ambled to a glass tray of water and started polishing the stone. I figured my little tour was over. Maybe I could spot a time-travel machine on my own…