August is the time for shooting stars in California.
I remember staying up late at Family Camp in the Sierras, or even taking beach chairs and sitting out somewhere here in San Jose, waiting until the sky got dark, and watching for the meteor showers.
Tonight I was on my way home, heading east on Mabury Road, stopped at the traffic signal at Capitol Avenue, the last major intersection before home. The sky was still pretty light, and there burned a wonderful shooting star, a rather large flaming ball, streaking low in the sky, from south to north.
It was pretty spectacular.
And on the day that Linda arrived in California for the first time.
Three days before her 51st birthday.
Not surprisingly, this is going to be a challenging week.
