Thursday

Aug. 1, 1996

Solitariness

by Sir Philip Sidney

THURSDAY 8/1

Today's Reading: "Solitariness" by Sir Philip Sidney (1554-1586) from ARCADIA.

The name August comes from Augustus Caesar. Mercury will be the evening star throughout the month, and Venus will be in the morning sky.

Today is Lughnasadh, one of the "Greater Sabbats" of the Wiccan year.

The 49th annual Maine Lobster Festival opens today in Rockland, Maine.

The Savannah Maritime Festival begins today in Savannah, Georgia.

The Mountain Dance and Folk Festival gets underway today in Asheville, North Carolina.

The Pittsburgh Three Rivers Regatta starts today in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

The Wisconsin State Fair begins today in Milwaukee.

The first pictures of the planet Mars were sent back to Earth by the US Mariner 6 spacecraft on this day in 1969.

It was on this day in 1944 that Anne Frank wrote the last entry in her diary: "I keep on trying to find a way of becoming what I would like to be, and what I could be, if E there weren't any other people living in the world."

The first cable car service began in San Francisco on this day in 1873.

Writer Herman Melville was born on this day in New York City in 1819.

It's the birthday of Francis Scott Key ("The Star Spangled Banner") in Frederick County, Maryland, 1779.

British chemist Sir Joseph Priestly announced his discovery of oxygen on this day in 1774, calling it "a new species of air."

It's the birthday in 1770 in Carolina County, Virginia, of William Andrews Clark, the "Clark" of "Lewis and Clark."


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