Nice night to count stars

I am not at all certain how many nights I have spent sleeping under the stars and would not even hazard a guess, but it has been many/many/many. Try putting a number on that.

Zigging and zagging between the Utah and Colorado border presented an ideal opportunity to attempt a count of the stars. Estimates for just the Milky Way alone are between 100 and 400 billion, and that is just the tip of the proverbial iceberg in context to the amount in the universe, whose numbers of galaxies escalate into the trillions with each containing billions of stars .... sort of an overwhelming / frightening / humbling thought, is it not? Whenever you feel a smidgeon of arrogance creeping into your life, spending a night under the open skies counting stars is a good way to return to reality.

I ordinarily do not unholster a pistol in unfamiliar territory because the sound of gunfire often draws attention .... sometimes unwanted attention. But, opportunities for "trigger time" are something less than abundant for me these days .... so, guess what?

David Bowie is a favorite of mine. I saw his Glass Spider Tour a number of years ago right here in Saint Paul. During that concert Bowie and the cast performed, "Modern Love," as the finale. It is here today for those who never saw the Spider. The other piece, "Heard It in a Love Song," by the Marshall Tucker Band is here because it sort of is a cowboy song and suits me, and because it is a "purrtee little love song."