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On March 16th, 2011, the night of the SUPERMOON, I found myself riding home on the train. As dusk set in, I was on the green line having just switched from the blue line. It would have been easier to assign numbers or letters but someone in their infinite wisdom, probably our quick-to-claim-credit mayor, came up with the idea of colors for our mass transit system. Holding on to the overhead loop, surfing the bumps and jolts of the swaying train, I pressed my face against the window searching the skyline for the biggest moon in almost 20 years. As the train rose and dipped over the congested Los Angeles freeways, I hoped to catch a glimpse of this infamous perigee moon mocking the gridlocked drivers below. But alas, the SUPERMOON, with its increased size and brightness, was nowhere to be seen. As I exited the train I saw the culprit. A thick fog had crept up from the coast snaring my lunar superhero into its darkness.

I reached into my bag of technology, but even my iphone Star Chart app could not coax the SUPERMOON out from behind his cloak of California fog. Once home I had to be content watching SUPERMOON sightings on youtube. People from across the world were posting their celestial experiences with the SUPERMOON. I was jealous. Finally I gave up checking the fog-choked sky and climbed into bed. A few minutes later I was awakened by a bright spotlight. It was a luminous radiance reaching deep into my chamber, not the usual whirl of a police helicopter. I grabbed my camera and bolted for the balcony. This was not a “close encounter of the third kind” it was the SUPERMOON in all of its glory. It lit up the heavens. A majestic orb so close I could almost lasso it. Heart racing, hands shaking, I was able to snap just a few photos before the fingers of the fog once again intertwined sealing off the sky for the remainder of the evening. But I had actually seen it. One of life's rarest visions, the SUPERMOON. It was then that I realized I was standing on my balcony completely naked from the waist down. It was only fitting, that on this evening of the SUPERMOON, I would display a SUPER MOON of my own.

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