The Dark Side of the Moon

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When the space program was in its infancy a new term came into existence “the dark side of the moon.” The term applied to the time the astronauts in orbit around the moon for the very first time lost all contact with planet Earth. The time was scary. No one knew what had happened. The loss of communication had not been expected. Yet, when analyzed, it became obvious that radio signals from the capsule when it was behind the moon, i.e. the moon was between the capsule and Earth, could not wrap around the moon toward earth. The tension at Mission Control could be felt around the world. The loss lasted several minutes, and a cheer went out after the capsule again came around into the signal area.

I am currently traveling and I feel like I have been on the dark side of the moon with my posts. At other times, I blogged daily from different parts of the USA. This time I have not had the opportunity to do so.

Today, I drove four hundred and eighty miles from one city to another.  The first half, or two hundred and forty miles, took five and a half hours for a grand spanking 43.6 mph average. The gas consumption measured 27.8 mpg. The ride was scenic and through rural areas. We experienced one incident which tested my mettle. I stopped to gas up, and stopped in front of a gas pump. I pushed the button to pop open the lid for the gas fill tube. It did not open. I kept pushing the button on the dash, nothing happened. I stepped out and used the key fob to pry at the edge of the door, nothing happened. I asked Peg to sit in the driver’s seat to push the button while I banged and pried at the door, nothing happened. Finally, I told myself to use some force to get the darn thing open. I figured the worst would be a broken or  bent door. Peg held the button down and I levered the door with the key fob enough to get my fingers into the opening and yanked for all I was worth. The door opened. I gassed up and left the door open for the rest of the trip.

The second two hundred and forty miles were more scenic  and covered wide open spaces with very large skies, it took three hours for an 80 mph average, and a gas usage of 25.1 mpg.  In both halves I never exceeded the speed limit. If you knew where I was you would understand completely why there is such a difference. I enjoyed both halves of the course, but must admit the second half was a white knuckle ride. A lapse of a single second from the road found me correcting the wheel. At high speeds it is easy to wander from side to side very quickly. I also experienced the sensation of relative speed. When approaching a vehicle from far behind my speed seemed normal, however, when coming up behind the same vehicle from within thirty-car lengths the distance between us closed at the speed of light. In one instance I came upon a semi-truck and signaled to change lanes for a pass. The truck pulled into the passing lane at the same instant. I found myself standing on the brakes to avoid running into him.

Tomorrow morning we will cover three hundred miles at the same speed limit, I look forward to the thrill.

Fire Fly Air Force-Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Early the next night it was dark. The moon was not over the horizon yet. It was hot, and the crickets sang loudly. Fireflies danced, and flew from shrub to shrub, from grass to tree. Their lights blinked magically.

Morty arrived at the lilac bush. He began sending vibrations to Stretch.

“Come out Stretch, its Morty Angel.”

“I can’t believe it,” Stretch wiggled back in excitement. He inched his way out of the soil as quickly as he could. When his head finally popped out of the ground, he spit out a mouthful of dirt.

“Torch will never believe this.”

“Where is he?”

“He’s been flying from one yard to the next. Every night he sends signals hoping to find you.”

Morty began blinking his halo. At the same time, he put his hand on the ground near Stretch.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m sending the fireflies a signal with my halo while I’m sending the same signal through the ground to every earthworm in the county,” said Morty. “I’m thanking Torch for calling me. Now, what is this message?”

Morty listened closely while Stretch told him the story.

“God told me you are to deliver this special message,” said Stretch.

“Please promise to give it to Ben as quickly as you can.

“It’ll be easy,” said Morty, “I see Ben every day. He is my special child.”

Morty thanked Stretch for giving him the message, and for working so hard to find him.

“Now, if I can only find Torch to thank him personally,” said Morty. “I have to go now, please tell Torch how sad I was to miss him.”

“I will, but first, I’m going to take a long nap.”

Morty took off to find Nancy. Along the way, he wondered why God chose to send the message through Stretch. Usually, He just tells Michael the Archangel to reach him by Sentra Vision.

To Be Continued . . .

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