Brezhnev’s shooters
I’m as surprised as you are that we dragged our sorry selves out of bed at 1:30 a.m. Sunday to watch the Leonid meteor shower. It turned out to be worth the pain. It looked kind of like this, except the picture is a three-minute exposure. We really only saw about one shooting star every 30 seconds or so. Only the very brightest ones could shine through all the city lights all around us. Watching Laura drink it in, I found myself thinking of two things from my own childhood: all those Easter Sunday sunrise services we stumbled through, and (more pleasantly) the morning my parents kept us out of school to watch Apollo 11 take off for the moon.
Categorised as: Not funny