Thursday, December 17, 2015


One moon is said to have "taken the geese and squirrels but left the holes." Another appears as a film of moondust on a glass table or a "season of giant moons." It could be a "horse's skull" or someone's name. Could a moon leave traces of her body in your bed? Maybe the moon is wrong, I asked once. A football moon. And one I'll never forget: I was bat boy for the ball team in Herbert, the Herbert Hawks. We were about to start a game in Rush Lake. As he swung a couple of bats to warm up, the coolest, tallest, most handsome guy I could ever hope to be looked up to the moon and said, Yup, good moon for smootchin'. 

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