Opinion I was busted by the light police. They had a point.
Just eight weeks after I bought a place in the Virginia countryside, I was busted by the light police. First came an email from somebody who lives across the valley from me. “Your new place has a lot of intense white, all-night exterior illumination that I don’t recall before,” he wrote. “From our front windows, it sort of looks like the scene in ‘E.T.’ where the spaceship has landed.”