“When I was a little boy, it seemed to me that there were many moons. My grandmother had a moon, and my other grandmother had one too. We had a moon over backyard, and my best friend Art had moonlight in his bedroom from his moon. When we visited our relatives in Chicago, I was not surprised to discover their moon. Then one night, as we returned from a visit to my grandmother I watched out of the car’s back window and saw her moon follow us home. Her moon was our moon, there was just one moon! Now the sky seemed so empty.”