We were lying on the freshly cut lawn of the neighbor, watching the sky for the yearly show of the Perseid meteors, like the one that can be seen tonight. This was about 45 years ago and we were a lot younger than I am now. The neighbor was meticulous about his backyard where the rhubarb in his small garden was sweeter than the sweetest apple on his self cultivated four-fruit apple tree. He also brew cider.

We were waiting for the first of the shooting star to flash by on the dark sky, but no star was to be seen, and just when we were getting a bit restless of just lying there, the neighbor showed up with his brew, which we gratefully accepted. We complimented him about the taste which was nearing the sweetness of his rhubarb.

Then one of the neighbors instead of gazing unto the firmament saw himself staring at a woman not his wife, and liking the stars in her eyes tried a neighborly kiss on her, but she, noticing her husband watching, started to scream. Her husband, who stuttered badly, but stronger than any of us, gave the perpetrator a sermon that our dogmatic preacher couldn't have bettered, in spite of his stutter was well understood, and so ended our neighbor star-watching, but we stayed good neighbors.