We've been partying since about 6pm.  Eric tugs at my sleeve.  "Come with me, Uncle Frank;  I want to show you something."  I follow him outside to the garden.  He points to the sky.  "This is as dark as it gets."

It's 1 AM.  The camera refuses to accurately record what the eye sees. 

Despite what you may think, it is much brighter than this photo leads you to believe.  It has only within the past 45 minutes gotten too dark to read outdoors.  Some of you afflicted with 'blond fundus'  (you know who you are)  will say that it never got too dark to read outdoors.