and good luck. Tonight, a bit of father-son dialogue from the archives:
Son: What's that star, dad?
Father: That's Betelgeuse.
Son: How far is it from here?
Father: It's really far, son—six hundred light years.
Father: That means the light we're seeing now was made in the star a long time ago.
Son: When will we see the light it's making now?
Father: (Chuckles) No, son. You and everyone you'll ever know and care about will be long dead before that light makes it here.