My Love Affair With Stars
“Why are you sleeping outside?” asked She Who Must Be Obeyed.
“I’m not.”
“OK, let me rephrase. Why are you lying on your back on the pool chaise at midnight?”
“I’m looking at the stars.”
She made one of her patented snorting sounds and disappeared back inside, leaving me alone with a black sky pierced with zillions of stars.
I love the stars. My dad was a B-24 navigator during World War II, and so evenings on our boat were often about the stars: “There’s Orion, there’s Sirius, there’s the
