Tonight, after midnight.
The Lyrids are back, and it’s a new moon.
Lawn chair, beverage or other accompaniment, eyes wide open skyward.
After pythoning a pile of Angelo’s ribs and other smoked meats, that is where I shall be.
H. M. Stuart
Alexandria
Nothing quite as neat as sharing a spontaneous “Ooohhh!” with one’s beloved as a celestial freight train rips southeast to northwest at mach-mucho on a flawless spring night.
H. M. Stuart
Alexandria
Have yet to make it to an Angelo’s. Brisket or ribs or both?
Steve
My good Steve,
Both. As one might expect in Texas, the brisket was better.
H. M. Stuart
Alexandria
Best chances of being hit by a meteor? Move to Wethersfield, Connecticut.