In The Path of the Totality: Notes of a Veteran Chasing the Eclipse
Playboy Magazine There was no coincidence to this eclipse. When I first heard about it, it blew my mind. The idea of the midday sun blotted out by darkness at noon—in a line extending coast to coast from Oregon to South Carolina, passing through 13 states—excited my lizard-man brain. When I found out the centerline of the totality would cast a shadow over where my brother Marc was buried, there…