Flushing gazed last night with Queens’ Astronomy Workshop, mapping NYC’s spring sky at a Main Street hall. Stargazer Lena Carter taught constellations as 40 peered, a $15 class for cosmic kids. It’s borough stars—pure Queens vibe, scopes hot. A kid traced Orion; a pro spotted Mars. ‘Queens shines—this is it,’ Carter says, aiming lenses. The room turned planetarium.
The shop’s fresh—March 18’s start, it doubled since RSVPs, packing seats by 7 p.m. Carter’s a Corona gazer; last night’s crowd hit max—stars glowed. A latecomer nabbed a scope; clouds cleared—NYC grit shone. Charts hit the wall—sky ruled. #QueensAstronomy trended; Brooklyn’s dim.
Some griped—’Too nerdy,’ sniped a newbie, dodging facts. Space pinched—latecomers stood; wonder held. A lens fogged—wiped quick; stars rolled. Staten wants a turn, but Flushing owns it—orbits rule. The hall’s never starred so bold.
Carter’s teasing a star party, maybe a park if spring bites. ‘NYC’s night—this lights it,’ she says, packing gear. The shop’s a Queens win—grit meets void. It’s a star rush; join the next. Bring a map—sky calls.