After more than three years at the helm of The Herald-Whig and Courier-Post newsrooms, I’m writing today to let you, our readers, know that I have stepped down as executive
When you are outside do you ever take the time to pause and look up into the sky?
If you have, and it is clear to at least partly cloudy, you have likely at some time or another seen white streaks which are trailing a hardly discernible spec. Of course, the spec is a high flying jet and the white streaks are its contrails.
A little internet searching reveals that a plane creates contrails when water vapor quickly condenses around soot from the plane s exhaust and freezes.
If you are a frequent sky watcher, you have probably noticed that contrails do not always accompany jets. Sometimes they stretch from horizon to horizon and last for hours while at other times they will trail the jet for a short distance before dissipating after only a few minutes.
While it may not rank up there with profound questions such as, Why is the sky blue? and Who really killed President Kennedy? I periodically will find myself asking just how many miles of alleys there are in the city of Hannibal. Definitely not one of the great head-scratchers of all time.
I am fairly confident that if I called city hall or the street department I could track down someone with the knowledge necessary to answer my query, but thus far my desire to know has not been strong enough to motivate me to make such a phone call or trip to one of those informational destinations. To this point of my life I am still content with knowing that a small portion of Hannibal s alley way system runs next to the Henley hacienda.