My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to my backyard, I idly mused upon the popularity of TAC as I contemplated the low fog. Would it rise, or not?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 28 telescopes set up.

I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 72. It was a blurry likeness of fleecy wool. Then, I had a chance to see B 498. It reminded me of desert sand. Then, I added to my logbook M 50. It seemed most like Santa Claus. Then, for a real challenge, I checked out M 35 in Perseus. It reminded me of an inflamed monkey butt.

After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I studied IC 2806. It compared favorably with fleecy wool. Then, for a real challenge, I studied B 266. It seemed most like diamonds on black velvet. Then, I glimpsed B 231. It looked a bit like the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted NGC 794 in Sagittarius. It seemed most like a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I glimpsed IC 3323. It was better than a spitting cobra.

Finally, it was time to pack up and leave. As I drove home, I contemplated the events of the night, and realized that any night out under the sky with good friends is better than getting shot in the face by Dick Cheney.


    ...Akkana (with help from David North, Jane Houston Jones, and Bill Arnett) .

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