Standing out on my front steps just now, I looked up into the sky and saw a shooting star falling somewhere between Jersey and Manhattan. I made the same wish I made a week or so ago when, stopped at a light, coming home, listening to Michael Stipe sing the line, "You are the star tonight, a sun electric, out of sight; you might eclipse the moon tonight" I looked up and saw the first shooting star I had ever seen from New York City. It was falling through the sky between Jersey and Brooklyn, just above Staten Island.
Allison says I need to stop being surprised when these things happen to me.
I say I'll take all the shooting stars the universe is offering.
When Champ Hood died, there was a story in the Austin Chronicle that a friend of his told about a night he and Champ were sitting around a campfire at Kerrville. Champ looked up into the sky and said, "My goodness, I just saw a shooting star!" His friend said, "well, Champ, you ought to make a wish."
Champ thought for a second and said, "I wish I'd see another . . . "