I rushed out my house this morning determined to catch my bus. The big dipper, or was it the little dipper, power walked together with me from above. Soon after a Cheshire smile consumed by blotchy red moon joined in. I ended up missing my bus by two minutes. Yet something told me that it must’ve flown by before schedule. The next one was no better as my stop request went ignored and I had to turn back first chance I’d got. And so, on my way to my intended destination I found an email by Greg Schroeder. He is a tutor, an author of three poetry books and two blogs, The Amateur Military Historian and Blog the Eclectic. And it was on the latter that had a post that turned my morning around.