A good dinner last night — lots of red wine and political talk. Everyone shared recent bits of antiBushness. (Borowitz's 4th Debate is excellent.) And then it occurred to me how much we draw from satirists. In our conversation, we relied on them like navigators relying on stars...
And then we were leaving and H and I were in the front yard. "Look I see the big dipper!" he exclaimed and "Look there's a green star!" And I tried to find him Orion and I tried to show him how Orion stands in the sky. "Orion is a hunter," and I spread my legs wide and drew an imaginary arrow back to my eye. "He has three stars in his belt and a sword hanging from his side." But we couldn't find the hunter last night in the sky.