Full moons freak me out. I can't sleep during one. Monday night, all I did was toss and turn. My head wouldn't shut up. I experienced "blasts from the past" invading my semi-consciousness all night long. Full moons seem to intensify everything. I, for one, become overly sensitive and more aware of the past events of my life that molded me into a struggling person of the 21st century. Flashes of my time's highlights bombarded my brain with a quick barrage of familiar images. Such as:
My third-grade teacher switching me from writing with my left hand to writing with my right. I believe that event propelled me to a different path in life. I learned to write the "right" way, yet stubbornly clung to my "left" ways. From then on, I questioned authority—not an easy route.
Another image appeared—that of my father abruptly announcing in my 13th year that the family was leaving for Mexico in the morning and that I should start packing. Shadows appeared.
Next, there was my father abruptly announcing that the family was moving back to the States (well, the District of Columbia) in the morning and that I better start packing as he had secured a high position in government in the Eisenhower administration.
Then, there was me, the 18-year-old boy, deciding to join the Air Force instead of attending col-lege with all my friends. "Ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country."
Following that, came a montage of "slides" depicting my experiences: the meeting of my wife, Nancy, the deaths of John F. Kennedy, Martin Luther King and Bobby Kennedy, the Vietnam War, Watergate and the farewell of Richard Millhouse Nixon, 9/11, Iraq, Afghanistan, an entertainment career, sales jobs, children, other loves, a writing career, the library, the forest, health issues ... what's going to happen now?
The alarm went off, ending the series of alarms.
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