Once in a Blue Moon

It was probably too late to be walking on the beach. Alone. Certainly Dad thought so. But like I told him, this was one rendezvous I was not going to miss.  A chance like this came along once in a blue moon.

Smiling to myself at the aptness of the old saying, I strolled along the water's edge, digging my toes into the warm sand.  To my left, the patio bars in the hotels along Ocean Drive were still bustling.  Hot Latin music drifted across the sand to stir my blood.  Gyrating bodies filled the patios and spilled down onto the sidewalk.  It seemed I wasn't the only one out and about tonight.  And no wonder!  For South Beach, the night was still young, and the July weather was unusually perfect.  The heat of the day had passed, and the night air was like a caress.

But to my right was the real show.  The moon was completely full, a huge perfect orb hanging like a Christmas ornament over the dark waters of the Atlantic.  It was one of those moons I have only seen in Miami, as if ordered up by the Miami Beach Chamber of Commerce just for the tourists.  It was certainly the perfect moon for the wondrous date I was keeping tonight.

I glanced at my watch. It was time.  I pulled my tiny transistor radio from the pocket of my shorts and switched it on.

Looking up at that enormous Miami moon, I could imagine that I was there too.

"That's one small step for a man, one giant step for mankind."

Thrilled, I thought again, Oh, yes, only once in a blue moon.

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And on the lighter side:

Only once in a blue moon does talent like this come along!



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