George Pyle: Meet the new driver. Same as the old driver?

Everyone else was gazing in wonder at the night sky. The pure night sky, unchanged by any human light pollution. The way it looks over, say, the Grand Canyon or, as it was that night, near Arches National Park.There were so many more stars than there were supposed to be that some part of me was convinced that something was really, really wrong. That the universe was collapsing on itself or, maybe worse, that we had suddenly been transported to an alien planet.Maybe one closer to the center of th