The moonrise on Saturday, March 18, 2011, was more than just a full moon. The moon that stunned night sky watchers that weekend is known as a super perigee, a rare celestial event that occurs when our moon reaches the closest possible point of its orbit around the Earth. The perigee moon is seen in this photograph from NASA as it rises near the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, D.C. The last time, previous to this, a full moon was seen this close to Earth was in March 1993.
We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse, so for my grandchildren, I’d like to do better.
I’d really like for you to know about hand-me-down clothes and homemade ice cream along with leftover meatloaf sandwiches, I really would.
I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated.
I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car.
And I really hope nobody gives you a brand-new car when you are sixteen.
It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.
I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.
I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother or sister. And it’s all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room, but when they want to crawl under the covers with you because they are scared, I hope you let them.
When you want to see a movie and your little brother or sister wants to tag along, I hope you’ll let them.
I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.
On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don’t ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won’t be seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom.
If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.
I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.
When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.
I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on someone, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like.
May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.
I don’t care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don’t like it… And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize they are not your friend.
I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma and Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle.
May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.
I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your neighbor’s window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.
These things I wish for you – tough times and disappointment, along with hard work and happiness.
To me, it’s the only way to appreciate life.
I have been closely following the events surrounding Covid-19 since news of it started circulating in late 2000.
A lot of gaslighting occurred to frighten the public and ultimately convince millions of people around the world to get vaccinated with a new class of vaccines using highly recommended “breakthrough’ mRNA technology.
I never drank their “Kool-Aid” propaganda, nor did most of my family, and I’m grateful for that.
This short video shows how headlines around the world changed since the vaccines were introduced as more was learned about them.