The New York Times said the moon races around the Earth in a sort of a circle, sometimes coming closer and sometimes farther away.
If they say so.
They called it the Supermoon because it was getting closer to the Earth.
The people in my building were skeptical about the moon. We were convinced the Supermoon was on a course to smash into the Earth, probably in Times Square.
The people in my building were right to be frightened.
New Yorkers have cause for concern.
We have scientists and professors and retired doctors living in our building. We're smart, educated. We recycle.
We ain't dumb.
We took a keg to the roof and chanted and banged on pots and pans and drank the beer.
Not Gregorian chanting
There are no astronomers living in the building, but if there were I’m sure they would have agreed with us and joined us on the roof.
Mr. Sagan agreeing with me from an alternate reality
We chanted and banged and drank until the moon went back into its orbit and all danger passed.
We all deserve to feel safe.
We do not expect the people of Earth to thank us. Superheroes do not wait around for gratitude.
A donut and cup of coffee might be nice.
We just do what needs to be done, touch the brim of our ten gallon cowboy hat, and ride off into the East River, hi ho, Silver away.
Thank you for reading. Next time?
<a rel=“author” href=“ https://plus.google.com/u/0/104338235214791699021/about?tab=XX”>Timothy Hurley</a>
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