To add to the tableau, our cashier that day had highlighted her black hair with a sort of shiny purple. Lest anyone think I'm hopelessly stodgy, it actually looked pretty good. We watched it for a few nights, and then we've had about four consecutive nights of cloud. By now it should be well within the Little Dipper and starting to fade. I would have liked to see it there.
Some people seem to be a little disappointed.
They want it to be zooming across the sky with an audible woosh. I threw up my hands in frustration. He saw me, and stopped his bike sideways across the lane in front of me and gave me the evil eye for a very uncomfortable time. There was a clear threat of violence if I didn't admit that I was wrong, which I did, though I don't think I was. But I haven't been the type to flash my lights and blow my horn since the time in 1984 when a guy started waving a gun around on Rt.