Calvin Willey (September 15, 1776 – August 23, 1858) was an American politician from Connecticut who served in the United States Senate. September 15 is the 258th day of the year (259th in leap years). ... This article is about the year 1776. ... August 23 is the 235th day of the year in the Gregorian Calendar (236th in leap years), with 130 days remaining. ... 1858 (MDCCCLVIII) is a common year starting on Friday of the Gregorian calendar (or a common year starting on Sunday of the 12-day-slower Julian calendar). ... Official language(s) English Capital Hartford Largest city Bridgeport Area  - Total   - Width   - Length    - % water  - Latitude  - Longitude Ranked 48th 5,549 sq mi  14,371 km² 70 miles  113 km 110 miles  177 km 12. ... Seal of the Senate The United States Senate is one of the two chambers of the Congress of the United States, the other being the House of Representatives. ...

Calvin Hines April 24, 2006 English GT/AP 3 The Forest at Night I’m in the wild as I write this. I hear planes, a breeze, crickets and a man made waterfall, all objects with the kindness to grace my ears with their symphonic, harmonic cacophony. It’s the night before this paper is due, around 11:30, and though I can’t see a thing I’m writing, I’m blessed with the vision of many beautiful things. I’m at the top of a hill in the middle of nowhere, closer to heaven by both elevation and surrounding. There are stars in the sky, and to call that same sky cloudless is selfish. My view of the stars is not obscured, but someone on this blue-green planet has no sun in sight. The heavenly bodies I am lucky enough to glimpse and the teasing clouds teach me of compassion. The breeze carries sneezes to my nose and a thousand voices to my ears. Coyotes start a conversation with the sailing moon and crickets form a band to tour this cedar forest. I don’t need to be anywhere else right now. I don’t need to be anywhere else ever. God’s in his heaven and I’m in my home away from home. A spider skitters across my paper; the coyotes sound slightly closer. I am frightened, but not afraid. Time is timeless. That ray of light traveled millions of years to peek through the silhouette of that oak tree and share the reasons of the universe with me. If the hungry coyotes had gotten too close, or if that spider was a curious Brown Recluse scared into retaliation, and I was to draw my last breath from this precious hill country air, I would leave this existence for the next with a smile that connected my earlobes. Not much would change in my transition between the heavens.