So cool! Lawrence is also where I saw my Best Meteor Ever. I was standing on the deck at our old house there, with a Russian named Eugene. (Remember that weird thing where Bob Dole somehow got a random bunch of Russians to come and visit Lawrence on some kind of trumped-up abortive trade mission, right before the fall of the Soviet Empire? Well, if you don't, it doesn't matter, but trust me, we had a Russian guest we'd just picked up from the airport and we'd never seen him before.) We were making small talk and all of a sudden, this HUGE meteor scorched across the sky. It got brighter instead of fading, and it looked awfully low down. It wasn't just a spark--it was a big blob that actually glowed red. I started hollering "Oh my God! Oh my God, did you see that!" Poor Eugene thought I had gone nuts and nervously patted my arm. "Eet's okay, eet's okay," he said. I think maybe he thought I thought we were being bombed or something. It was an interesting start to his visit.