Stars and Meteor Showers, Hollywood and High Lands…

Image result for perseids meteor shower picsI miss the old days, when we’d sit around and watch the stars every evening, up in the sky, not Hollywood Boulevard, up in Griffith Park, not Highland or Vine, imagining that those celestial bodies were items familiar to us and picking our favorites from the crowd: the dog star, the dipper and the crab, just like old friends, there every night waiting, like Bogart and Bacall, Taylor and Burton, Jolie and Pitt, de Havilland and Flynn…

But sometimes there would be something different, something truly exciting, an eclipse or a comet or a supernova’s Greatest Show on Earth, like the Oscars, or the latest scandal from Babylon, or the Screen Actors Guild picnic. Of course there were also seasonal changes, Sun marking off its calendar along the horizon, or the moon having its period with the rising of tides and occasionally veiling its face, coy and toying with the audience and the suitors, like Marilyn mugging for the camera or Clint squinting in the sun or Cagney reading the riot act or Jimmy Stewart taking it on the chin…

Those were the good ol’ days, the popcorn and the ice cream and the snow cones and the corn dogs, the gangsters and the good guys and the heroes and the vamps, frozen boiled fried breaded sprinkled dipped waffled and dripped, coiffed draped waved eye-lined lipsticked cinched up and driven, just for us: every day every night every summer every winter every year every decade for the rest of our lives, rest in peace when they close the cinema doors to Heaven…

This is the time of year for the Perseid showers and I still haven’t seen it (them) yet. Maybe I’ll try again tonight—one last chance I hope. They say a new moon is the perfect time, after midnight. But you need to be in a place of few artificial lights. I like that idea. I like it here in the Arizona desert, the higher the better…

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