When you were a kid, did anyone ever stare up at the sky and refer to a crescent moon as God’s toenail clipping?
Or suggest to you the moon is made of green cheese?
I could understand swiss cheese. Maybe.
On evenings when the moon was full, did anyone ever point out the pocked face of a man and comment on how he was watching you?
Besides the peeping-tom heebie-jeebie effect, what Continue reading