The scout councilor that taught me his star hike routine told me of his most memorable celestial encounter. Part of his routine would point out Cassiopeia, the queen reclining on her sofa. His bright flashlight pointing towards constellation near the horizon. To her right and up a bit is Cepheus, the king. [color:blue]"One day, the queen was so angry at the king that she threw her crown at him and here…"</font color=blue> At this point, without looking, he swings his am with the flashlight straight up over his head slightly behind and to the right of vertical. [color:blue]"… and here is were it landed!" </font color=blue> As the beam points directly towards Corona Borealus, the Crown.<br><br>On this occasion, however, when he swung his arm up in the air, his flashlight pointed directly to a meteor that had just flashed across the sky, burning up in the atmosphere. [color:blue]" … and here … is a meteor," </font color=blue> he said, without missing a beat. For the rest of the week, those scouts though he was a god for being able to predict the actual time and place a meteor would appear.