My family and I used to spend a lot of the summer in a neighborhood in Ohio on the Lake Erie Shore. There was this big hill you would go down to get to the beach, and along the top of the hill, the path was lined with little street lamps.

We were friends with one of the residents that lived right on the water, and he often complained that the glare from the lights ruined the view of the night sky over the water. One year, he took to opening the little lamps that held the light and put little slats of cardboard to block out the glare.

So while the lights weren’t actually broken, I admired his ingenuity in bringing back the stars.