End of An Era
“—Alexander Pope, English poet (1688–1744) Well, what were we to do? I mean, we’d only woken up four hours before; it was hardly time to go to bed. I was too excited to sleep, anyway. I felt light on my feet, almost giddy. After the tyrannosaurs had left, it was so dark that Klicks had turned on the overhead fluorescents. But after a few moments I asked him if he’d mind if I turned them off.
"Ready for beddy-bye so soon?" he said.
"I just want to look at the stars." He grunted, but hit the switch himself. It took a while for my eyes to readjust, but soon the heavens were visible to me in all their splendor. In the southwest was a point of light brighter than all others. I thought I knew what it was and fumbled for my 7 x 50s, bringing the dual eyepieces to my face. Yes, the four Galilean satellites were visible, three on the left and one off to the right. The Galilean satellites? Strictly speaking, I was now the first person to see Jupiter’s four largest moons.
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