Look at the Moon
It was 3 am in Madrid and I can’t sleep because it is evening at home in Dallas. I wake up and pick up my phone which in our fatigue training they warn us crew-members not to do because the blue light on your phone makes you not want to go back to sleep. I have a text from my Mom in Eastern Kentucky. You have to understand that she rarely ever sends a text. She loves to send me a Facebook message with some funny cat comic, health crisis, an airplane story, or anything of interest. Most of the time I really enjoy the stuff she sends and it makes me realize just how much we are alike. The text is short and sweet and it reads,” Look at the Moon”. I laugh because I know in recent years my Mother has started to be obsessed over the Moon. She reminds me of my Grandmother who used to call us and say Billy Graham is on channel 4. A few years ago Mom and Dad were here and she kept saying that there was some special Moon event later that week....
