Thursday, February 24, 2011

A Single Fly

When I was 15, my mother took a friend and me to Charleston, South Carolina. Of that trip, I have only one absolutely clear memory: a single fly buzzing in the open-decked ferry to Fort Sumter.

Why doesn't the boat leave the fly behind?

That's all I thought about -- not the Civil War, the view, the water -- just that fly and my puzzlement at the ease of its flying within the moving ferry.

This morning, that fly, long gone, buzzed back into my consciousness, thanks to this clever video: A Tale of Two Twins.

Gotta love relativity!

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