There is a difference between moon 'n mooning.....

By the light…

…of the silvery moon…

Spent the day in Santa Rosa, left there a few minutes after 5:00p…never a good time to play in traffic, but…

Anyway, it was darkening when we turned onto Hwy 12 in Santa Rosa for the trip home….we saw the moon rise before we got out of the city limits, full, round ’n brightly silver…

Bumper to bumper traffic all the way thru Sonoma where I took a shortcut ’n got out of it for awhile…well, about ten minutes or so, then back on #12 where, mercifully, we managed to maintain a decent speed all the way thru Napa to the turn for Jamison Canyon….

Jamison Canyon use’ta take 20 to 30 minutes but they cleaned it up this past year, straightened out the curves, widened the highway ’n turned it into a 6 or 7 minute drive….until last nite…

Well, it was the first time I’ve negotiated the canyon at rush hour…bumper to bumper, stop ’n go…wow!  Took us all of 22 minutes or so but it felt like an hour….

After Jamison Canyon, highway 80 wuz a breeze, found the diamond lane ’n maintained 75mph all the way to Fair Oaks…well, most of the time…

And that big old silver moon leading the way, the entire way….

Got me thinking, reminiscing actually…

Novembers in Kentucky are ‘way cooler than Novembers in norCal…

And we lived in a small house in Beattyville, next to the railroad track, across the road from John Stephenson ’n across the alley from Ben Craycraft…

Anyhow, I remember how big ’n bright that full November moon wuz in Beattyville…bright enough, they use’ta say that you could ‘read a newspaper’…

if, perchance, you wanted to read a newspaper by the light of the moon…

Back then, given the plumbing of the day, if you had to use the bathroom in the night, it wudn’t a matter of a trip down the hall but a stumbling, humbling trip out to the far corner of our yard to the outhouse…

That meant some kind of shoes ’n a coat to throw over your shoulders ’n a shivering….well, I’m sure you get the idea….

Problem wuz, at least for us boys, that if all you had to do wuz what wuz euphemistically called in those long-ago day, #1…well, it wuz a long trip when you c’ud just as easy hang a right to the corner of the house where you had some little protection from that cold November wind ’n you c’ud stare up at that big ol moon that you c’ud read a newspaper by if you’da had a newspaper at that time of nite…