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by Bruce Holland Rogers

My favorite place for setting up my telescope is in the foothills outside of town, on top of the covered reservoir. The ridge line screens out the city lights. The reservoir is a large, flat expanse, so trees don't interfere as much with my view. I have a dark sky, a big sky, for my observations. I can get a lot of my work done.

Of course, I also have Cliff to contend with. He has figured out that on any cloudless night, he'll find me and my telescope here. At some point, he'll emerge from wherever it is that he keeps himself and stroll to the middle of the reservoir. He'll ask me what I'm looking at, but he won't listen to my answer with much interest. He never asks to have a look. He's just being polite, warming up the conversation, getting ready to do all the talking.

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