August 15, 2100h
	Babs watched her husband stretch out in his chair, turning 
slightly to prop his feet on another piece of deck furniture beside the 
table.  "Now *this* is the life," he declared, patting his stomach 
contentedly.
	"You can't possibly be full," Babs objected, noting the half-eaten 
salad and the suspiciously full platters of sandwich makings she'd 
brought out.
	Dick shrugged, his eyes focused on watching Spud chase fireflies 
around the backyard.  "Didn't do much today - just sat watch at the 
beach.  And the heat just kills the appetite."
	Babs snorted.  "Last I looked it never bothered your appetite."
	"Dick, I caught one!"  The boy ran breathlessly up to his father, 
opening his hands slightly to display the insect inside.
	"So you did," Dick agreed, sitting up in his chair and leaning 
forward to solemnly inspect Spud's capture.  "Now, you want to put him a 
jar and get some more, or maybe just let him go free?"
	Spud thought for a minute and studied Dick's face.  Then he opened 
his hands, and the lightning bug flew up between them, shining a moment 
between the faces of father and son before returning to fly with its 
brethren.