Do you remember the first time you were moved by mystery?

I was a child going to see my grandmother in California, in the days when gas was cheap and Volkswagons ran forever.

It was early Fall, and my father had pulled off the side of the road in the Nevada Desert so we could catch some “shut-eye” before continuing in the morning.  I woke to a bright light and my jaw dropped. There, emerging from the depths of the distant, black horizon came The Harvest Moon.

A moon of monsters! A moon of dreams.

A moon that threatened to eat me, until my father wove a tale out of the wonderful miracles of science that had made our recent moon-landing possible.