The Raw Deal
We stepped out on our front stoop Wednesday morning and paused to take it all in. The sky was at its darkest hour just before dawn. The air was crisp. There was a soft coastal fog. The faint light of several stars that likely burned out millennia ago danced just above the glow of the street lights.
And this is what they saw watching the sky from Mt. Wilson that night…
After a brief moment, we locked the door behind us and got into our car. Springtime southern California mornings are exquisitely pleasant. The early morning drive to downtown Los Angeles, on the other hand, is exquisitely painful.
Nonetheless, we make the best of it like we make the best of a trip to the dentist – or a visit with our accountant. If anything, it affords us the opportunity to do