As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the deep mystery of television 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 32 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 106. It appeared to be a spitting cobra. Then, I stumbled upon B 419. It appeared to be Smokey the Bear. Then, I found by accident Abell 73. It appeared in the eyepiece like spent coals, faintly glowing. With that checked off my list, I sought Abell 48. It reminded me of an inflamed monkey butt. Then, for a real challenge, I stumbled upon M 99 in Lyra. It was even more difficult than the face of God. With that checked off my list, I located NGC 1817 in the western sky. It appeared to be dancing elephants. With that checked off my list, I looked at M 75. It compared favorably with blackness. After that, I logged IC 3043. It seemed most like desert sand. After that, I observed IC 2497 in Lepus. It looked exactly like a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked for and suspected NGC 1047. It was easy, just like its Hubble photograph. Then, I went for M 41. It somewhat resembled a spider. After that, I logged M 19 in Draco. It was like Santa Claus. After that, I helped a beginner find Abell 45. It compared favorably with black pearls on flocked paper.
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 hunting with the Vice President.