Celestial Prophets: Stars Above Fears Below
<p>Listen up early Space Rangers! Forget today’s boring space stations. Tonight we’re cruisin’ the cosmos from the back of an Aztec Blue 1957 Chevy Nomad station wagon. That was our rocket on wheels back then. Dad even bragged it could go 0–60 mph in 18–20 seconds (at least on a flat road, but not up in the mountains) No worrying about buckling up, seat belts were a few years away, tonite’s escape launch successful. We all survived.</p>
<p>Our home in Anaheim’s now in the rear view mirror by many hours, replaced by mountains that might look like the moonscapes. Quess what our VIP space lounge looks like for this celestial soirée? A twin mattress kingdom, courtesy of Grama Daisy’s unique packing skills.</p>
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