Veteran readers of this Wednesday column may recall that around New Year's Day (that is to say sometime between December 26th and the first day of Spring), I present an annual bluegrass knowledge test, known officially as the "Bluegrass Knowledge Test."
HAL MUMME, THE not-quite-forgotten genius of college football's modern era, wants to show me the spot where William Travis died defending the north wall of the Alamo in 1836. "I'm going to give you the nickel tour," Mumme says, grinning like he's granted me membership into his private club.
That means Seager, who is 45, has given herself a very difficult problem to solve, the problem that has always plagued astronomy, which, at its essence, is the study of light: Light wages war with itself. Light pollutes. Light blinds. Seager has a commanding view of downtown Boston from her office window.