Harold Meckler

One night in late Autumn, 1985 I grabbed my blanket, pillow and jacket, draped a pair of binoculars over my shoulder and headed for the bed of my pickup parked outside our home in Howell, New Jersey. The daily newspaper had given the position in the sky for Halley’s Comet and I was determined, like […]

I am so lucky to live here, especially in winter when the air feels filtered. I’m here where city lights carry only so far. Truth be told, it isn’t luck. I want to be here. Every night the sky calls me to look up and become awestruck. Sometimes it’s only for a moment. But it’s […]