Every August I look to the night sky and think back. My son burst into my life and has been a sparkling delight ever since.
One year I lay on top of a car roof, Gates Pass in Tucson, and watched a zillion stars streaking.
In the year of 2011, the Perseid meter shower will be muted, accompanied by howling four and two legged creatures. I do hope my son isn't one of them. Shrug. Always the chance he'll catch a falling star one of these b-days, right?