Tonight,  as I was leaving for an appointment, I was headed east, for a short period of time.  And I said to myself… “Holy Smackerels Polly.  That is one dang BIG orange ball in the sky!”  And it was.

The moon was epic tonight.  Actually, the moon is pretty epic every night.  It doesn’t change.  Just the light reflecting off the surface differs.  You know, the angles and such.

It is all very dependent on how earth is lining up with moon is lining up with sun.

Most people, on most nights, don’t even take notice of the moon.  But I like the freaky thing.

The Moon (or Luna) is the Earth’s only natural satellite.  And it is old…..about  4.6 billion years old.

Thankfully, the Moon is in synchronous rotation with Earth meaning the same side is always facing the Earth.   Most people will never see the dark side of the moon.

But do you know what I think sort of stinks?  The Moon has only been walked on by 12 people…… all American males.  Not that there is anything wrong with American males…. it just seems wrong to me.  (Neil Armstrong was the first and Gene Cernan was the last.)

But, I digress.

This whole night I have been digressing.  So back to it.  As I looked up and saw that massive ball of orange and red up in the sky,…. the little trapdoors in my maze of a brain…. started snapping open and shut.

I went from seeing the moon, to thinking about Charlie Brown, and The Great Pumpkin… to Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata… to mooning people in high school….  to Werewolves…. then on to Moon River….  and to my old neighbor named Moonie…. Moon Pies…. and on and on….. But my brain finally settled on this: “Why on God’s green earth did Michael Jackson name his famous dance “The Moon Walk”?

In all the footage I have seen …. of the 12 white American men who walked on the moon… None… NOT a ONE…. walked around backward grabbing his crotch… with sparkly white socks on.

And then… I heard a car horn.  An SUV was behind me… and the guy was waving his arms for me to get out of the way.  It appears I was a little lost in thought… pondering the mysteries of the Moon.

I smiled, waved, and made my left turn.  He hollered out the window… “Lunatic.”

And there you have it.  He knows one when he sees one.  Shine on, my friend.  Shine on.