It’s another one of those times when something not planned makes an appearance. A little before 9 tonight, on the way home from an assignment in Georgetown, I looked left and saw a wonderful sight, a moon adorned with soft orange light. Considering the hour, and the fact that I hadn’t eaten yet, for a moment, just a moment, I thought about skipping this one. Then I took a left, pulled into Taylor Regional Park. On a basketball court a group of young men were enjoying a little pickup basketball. Sometimes I make the right choice. The pizza had to be microwaved, but that’s okay.