As I drove up the winding road to my home observatory, I idly mused upon the deep impact of AP Refractors as I contemplated the shrinking ozone layer. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 9 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 37. It looked like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I helped a beginner find NGC 4498. It was a dead ringer for a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Then, for a real challenge, I tracked down B 19. It looked like a spitting cobra.
After a short break to check my email, I looked at NGC 3581. It appeared at low power like spent coals, faintly glowing. Next, I showed some guests IC 48 in Virgo. It was even more difficult than a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner).
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.