I walked the lonely streets late last night. All was clear. Big, lake-side mansions lit-up like overgrown museum pieces, an enormous, looming star-scape above. I looked up and said to myself, "That's the Big Dipper," but how was I to be sure? Maybe it was the Little Dipper? One would be relative to the other. I couldn't get my star-bearings. Uncertainty & mishap seemed to be on the ascendant the whole day.