When I was at college, I was known as "The Poor Man's Galileo"-- this was because of my generally idiotic hypotheses, but perhaps my son will not be an ersatz astronmer, perhaps he will be the real deal; Friday night we were in a rush to get to Jenny Jump State Park to set up camp before dark, and I told Alex and Ian we were "racing the sun" to get there on time, but Alex corrected me, saying: "Actually, Dad, we're racing the Earth, since it's the Earth spinning that makes it dark . . . the sun doesn't move," and I had to admit that he was correct.
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