Around 1966 I was in Wurtsboro, NY spending a week with my cousin and college roommate at the Uncle's house. My uncle was in England and we were taking advantage of the offer to use the house. It is located near the top of a small mountain near Yankee Lake - at least that is what the locals called it (Schultz's bar was on the lake. Great memories at the bar. You guys remember, you buy two drafts, or was it three, and then there was one on the house.)
Anyway, my cousin was and still is an astronomy nut and he convinced us to go on to the roof (Yea, that took about two seconds of convincing) to watch the Perseid Meteor Shower. I remember it to this day. It was some show the likes of which I have never seen again. You could see the tail of sparkly behind the meteors which came at least one per minute. We heard a few also. I swear one of them must have hit the ground but we were not sure. I did not have enough sense to realize we could have been hit by one because there were so many and so close. It turns out my cousin is afraid of heights and when we said we had enough it took over an hour to get him down.
So Yeti, every year is different!
Best,
Milt
