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...that's about to change dramatically. By the end of next week, Hale-Bopp's path across the sky will take the comet right into prime time. By April 1 or so, when it makes its closest approach to Earth, the comet will be high in the evening skies over the northern hemisphere, brighter than ever and showing a short but prominent tail. And there it will sit, not for a measly week like Hyakutake, but for more than a month. "I predict that this could be the most viewed comet in all of human history," says Daniel Green...
...comet was more than half a billion miles from the sun, well beyond the orbit of Jupiter, and invisible without a telescope. But not necessarily a huge telescope: like most comets, this one was found by a pair of amateurs as familiar with their favorite regions of the sky as most people are with their own neighborhoods...
Hale checked his sky atlas, then logged on to the computer at the quaintly named Central Bureau for Astronomical Telegrams, located at the Harvard-Smithsonian Observatory. Maybe this would turn out to be a known object. It didn't. "Now I felt I had a pretty live suspect," he says. He fired off an E-mail message to Daniel Green and Brian Marsden, who run the Bureau for the International Astronomical Union, reporting a possible new comet. A few hours later he looked again, and the object had moved. It was a comet for sure...
Friendly Fire? If there's o ne thing we know about sitings of strange objects in the sky, it's that you can't always believe your eyes. But as a grand jury prepares to examine a controversial videotape showing a radar view of the explosion of TWA Flight 800, the speculation that the airliner may have been brought down by an errant missile is gaining a bit on the credibility scale. While the FBI has bluntly dismissed descriptions by several eyewitnesses who thought they saw a glowing object approach the craft just before the catastrophic explosion...
While sipping Reverse-Scriptase martinis, Lori and I glanced outside to see the hundreds of beautiful Hereford mommies, glorious and dumb as posts under the great Canadian sky, chewing vitaminized, antibioticized alfalfa while inside each of them our own future little fan clubs incubated. "Look, over there, the one with a white patch on the eye, No. 388--that's yours, honey!" Bliss...