As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the socioeconomic impact of the human spirit as I contemplated the low fog. Would it rise, or not?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 4 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 4. It was like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Then, I had a chance to see IC 3049. It seemed just like a UFO. Then, for a real challenge, I accidentally located B 390. It was easy, just like a spitting cobra. Then, I observed M 90. It reminded me of Miss Piggy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted Abell 42 in Canes Venatici. It seemed most like George W. Bush. After that, I added to my logbook B 127. It was a dead ringer for a glimmer of the Big Bang.
Finally, it was time to pack up and leave. As I drove home, I contemplated the events of the night, and realized that any night out under the sky with good friends is better than spending a day at the mall with my teenage daughter.