On the Dark Side of the Moon…

“What’s with people today?” I asked my father as we sat in my den. “Everybody is showing their crazy side. Its been bedlam all day.” “Look east when it gets dark., “ my father replied with a grin. “A full moon is rising.” We both chuckled and cackled like a bunch of old hens. Could I blame the full moon on not being able to sleep?  It is 2am and I am not one bit sleepy. The Magster is sound asleep on the bed. This would be prime beer time in my old life. A six pack of ice beer would leave me comfortably numb and ready for the bed. Charlie was over as well and was busily making one hell of a racket in my kitchen. “Charlie?” I asked from the den. “You don’t have to do that you know?” Charlie then flung a few choice explicatives my way in jest. “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth,” my father said out of Charlie’s earshot. “Let him clean.” Dad and Charlie both left on their quest to feed both our families as they do every Sunday night.  Dad pulled up to my curb and handed me a whopper with onion rings.
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