Last night, it was as clear as can be here, and I could see the moon turn orange and then become a sliver. But it wasn't the same. I recall living on 85th, back in the city, and lunar eclipses being a big event. There was one summer, maybe 1973, and the event didn't occur until 1 AM. But all the neighbors came out and mingled, drank beer while the kids goofed off with bats and balls. The Gendusas and Millers, the Petersons and the Schmidts. We stood at the corner house, by Doris and Art Morisette, for the best view. It was a different time. Art Morisette died years ago, he always knew I'd be a writer even when I was in high school. I still have his Chicago Police hardback three ring notebook, Star#8658. One of my proudest posessions. The other families are gone, moved away to Joliet and Las Vegas, the neighborhood now a haven for thugs and crack houses. Last night, I watch the moon turn orange with just my collie outside, Buddy the Mitch keeping busy sniffing for rabbits as I thought back to 1973....Wayne
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maybe it depends on the neighborhood? there were several people from my building congregating in the lobby (you could see it from there) and stepping outside to take photos now and again. i was with them for the beginning, but then i went back upstairs and watched the rest from the warmth of my living room.
It was cloudy in our Texas skies so you couldn't see much.
Nice and clear here, too. It brought back memories. Some maybe far too old. I found myself hooting at the moon.
Same to see the small communities breaking down like this. More and more isolated we become.
Beautiful post. You sure do write purty...
I'm so mad at myself for missing this. My husband even reminded me and I forgot.
*sigh*
Cool photos, again! Lunar eclipses are far more common than people think--it's solar eclipses that can be far more rare. This year the lunar eclipse was clouded out for us, but we did see the one last year.
Got your tape, btw. Will do my best.
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