I watched “In the Shadow of the Moon,” about the USA’s moon missions from 1969-72. I was unmoved. But then I was alive when the thing happened. I waited three damn days to see if those guys were going to make it to the moon. Maybe that’s why, but the movie just didn’t grip me. All the time—it had interviews—I kept wondering where the hell was Neil Armstrong? He didn’t show up in the film at all.
And then I got to wondering, as I watched, why the moon didn’t have a real, proper name. Moon, yes, it’s a proper Noun but not a proper Name. Other planets have “moons” too. In my opinion our moon—just because it is our moon—should have a real name like the planets do. Now Mars! That’s a real name. But moon is like generic corn flakes. Sure we call it “the” moon to show that it belongs to us on earth.
But I think it deserves its own name. We should hold a “name that moon” contest. Personally, I prefer “Bob.” I don’t know why I like Bob so much, possibly because Bob is not just a name but also a Verb, as in “Bob bobbed for apples.” I guess I like names that are Verbs too because I am narcissistic, as in “Nick nicked himself with a knife.” Or “Nick nicked a knife”—nicked in this context being Brit for swiped.
So when we had a full moon we would call it a Full Bob and the Harvest Moon would be Harvest Bob. And people would no longer moon each other; they would bob each other.
And Kennedy could have said, “I propose that we land a man on Bob by the end of this decade.”
And also as if this writing 1230 PT July 29 Brother Steve is well on his way to Tucson, Arizona…the first leg of his trip back to SC.