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  • The sleepy quiet of a muggy, late summer northern Virginia night, whose sky was brightened by the light of an August Blue Moon, was suddenly shattered by the unmistakable, unearthly, bone-chilling cry of a lonely Cowbirder Howl..."AAAAHHHWOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHOOOOOHHHHHMMMOOOOOOO-OOOOOO!!!!!"

    Far to the north, at a point lying somewhere between Northern Virginia and the North Pole, the lonely Cowbird howl was met on its sonic way to the blue moon by other distant howls, drifting their ways up into the late night sky from a lonely island off the coast of Maine, where many islanders gathered to salute the Blue Moon as only islanders in a place known as Gotts can do. At that moment, the northern Virginia Cowbird Howler did not feel quite as conspicuous and alone in his plaintive plea to the legendary lords of lunar lunacy.

    Other lonely howls from all around the globe eventually joined the Blue Moon Chorus in a Global Harmonic convergence of such beautiful, heavenly musical sounds that brought just the hint of a smile to the rising stoic spirit of former astronaut and first man to walk on said moon, Neil Armstrong, as he made his lonely journey on an unexpected note of global peace.

    Thus concluded my special Blue Moon Day, with a definite sense of having made this one count. I wore my blue suit, blue shirt, and blue tie, with blue socks, to honor the blue moon. I listened to Bob Dylan's "Tangled Up In Blue" on my way down the George Washington Parkway as I drove into work in the District. I enjoyed lunch outside in the shade of the People's Garden on the national mall, with my Farmer's Market purchased pulled pork sandwich and sweet tea. I settled on what I would do this day that I hadn't done "in a blue moon". After work, I changed into shorts, a T-shirt, and sneakers, pulled off the George Washington Parkway at Teddy Roosevelt's Island, popped my bike out the back of my van, and took a long ride along the Potomac River bike trails.

    My journey took me from Teddy's Island, past willows framing the Lincoln Memorial, Washington Monument and Kennedy Center, all lying in the afternoon sun across the Potomac. I crossed beneath the parkway to the cooling shade of the Lyndon Baines Johnson Memorial Grove, eventually pedaling my way to and past Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport. I was on the trail that would eventually lead to Mt. Vernon, George Washington's famous home, but with another 12 miles to get there, mostly uphill, and 93 degree heat taking its toll, 40 minutes and 6 miles into my ride, I turned my bike around in Alexandria, and made my way back to Teddy's Island. A historic, presidential ride to remember this blue moon day by.

    Kathy and I enjoyed a late evening meal at our favorite chef's table down the street at Bazin's on Church Street, savoring the day, and our glorious life together. Capping off even the toughest of work weeks with a dinner in my favorite spot with the love of my life - doesn't get any better than that!

    So - - - - Howl was your day?
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