That’s right; November’s Full Moon in The Little Ale Inn. I did not plan the timing, only the Universe can do that! For me, anyway. I just follow the gut feelings, go here, stop there. So here I sit, close to Area 51, on the Extraterrestrial Highway with some of the Galaxy’s finest Alien Tequila (no, really! Anejo no less!) and Sam, the owner’s daughter who is working tonight, has the Discovery channel playing alien and ancient history documentaries on the TV.
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Thrown out of spaceship by mutinous crew for reading Vogan Poetry, now living in inner space. Seeking Higher relationship with Universe. Stuck on Earth for now, but will hitch ride to any higher dimension, planet or time. Have fluffy towel and Thumb Ring, will ride in cargo bay. View all posts by The Wandering Raconteur