Author Archives: Brian H. Gill

About Brian H. Gill

I was born in 1951. I'm a husband, father and grandfather. One of the kids graduated from college in December, 2008, and is helping her husband run businesses and raise my granddaughter; another is a cartoonist and artist; #3 daughter is a writer; my son is developing a digital game with #3 and #1 daughters. I'm also a writer and artist.

Holy Thursday, Dealing With an Infection

It’s Holy Thursday of Holy Week, the day we celebrate and remember the Last Supper: when Jesus established the Eucharist and washed the feet of his disciples. It’s a big deal, and I didn’t get to Mass today. I’m not … Continue reading →

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A Cat, a Dog, and a Reflective Chain-Link Fence

Ying wasn’t the most nervous cat I’ve known. That’d be Twitches, a cat my oldest daughter had, some years back now. She tells me Twitches was even twitchy in her sleep. My folks got Ying at the pound in Fargo. … Continue reading →

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Remembering the Other American Astronomical Society

I’m a huge fan of science, but by training I’m an historian. Or a historian. Either way, as it turned out, the closest I came to being a professional historian was working as a researcher/reporter for a regional historical society … Continue reading →

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The Grand Canyon, the Petrified Forest, and the Big Picture

The Grand Canyon, Petrified Forest, and Meteor Crater aren’t on the obvious and shortest route from San Francisco to the Upper Midwest. But in 1979, with no reason for staying in San Francisco — that’s another topic, for another time … Continue reading →

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Odors, Experiences, and a Life Without Scent

How things smell matters. “‘…What’s in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet;…’”(Juliet, “Romeo and Juliet” , Shakespeare (ca. 1597)) “‘Here’s the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of … Continue reading →

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