Really cool. My dad used to make me go around to teachers before a big meteor shower with documentation as to why this year's shower was "gonna be the big one" and me being out of school the next day should be an excused abcense.

That translates to at least ten summers of one night a year under the stars during a shower. Your story reminded me of a time when what must have been a school bus of space dust burned across the entire sky in front of our scout troop. Thanks Dad. Space is crazy.