One of the greatest nights of my life was spent alone. My husband and sons were off camping with the Boy Scouts and I took myself to Montauk, and found a small beachfront and parked myself on a blanket under the sky. I simply watched the constellations roll by, and all the shooting stars falling. Such depths of sparkling beauty. Such a night of wonder. Electric light is wonderful — it’s near-miraculous — but we give up an awful lot... Read more