Harold's

Harold’s Reno. Viv bought me a kooky souvenir drink galss, evidently circa 1963-1973, in the likeness of a cone-free Saturn V lunar orbiter. It’s inscribed “Harold’s Moonshot,” “Reno,” and “Liquid fuel fill red line,” or words to that effect. I am personally certain the drink was originally served with an umbrella cap supplying the crew capsule, but have yet to substantiate that certainty with evidence.

Fog

Oh the clammy fog clings close and thick tonight. Strange that on this day of hope and triumph a ghost story would be the best tale to whisper tonight in and on the Puget Sound.