We sat there, just me and him.
Him and me, sat in two lawn chairs, of the plastic woven kind so popular in the 70's,
''What's up there, Dad?
''Nothing Kiddo. And everything you can possibly imagine.''
''But do you think there's someone up there Dad? There's got to be more than just us.''
''I honestly don't know, Kiddo.''
''There's too many stars Dad. I'm sure there's someone on one of them looking down on us.''
''Only lonely souls look up at the stars and wonder Kiddo.''
Maybe he was right.
He usually was ...
''Are you up there Dad?''