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This celestial non-event (generated from a quirk in the calendar) lured the Professor out on a Friday night. Anoka, a sleepy river town for many years, has finally developed a night-life, not burgeoning by any means, but exponentially bigger than it was when I first moved here thirty years ago. The "Port of Anoka", catering to the pontoon set, was as full as the blue moon itself:
Lovers, caught in a halo, strolled along the dam:
Flat-mates explored their new apartment:
Finally, I spied the majestic celestial orb rising over main street:
The blue moon and the city’s water tower made for an evocative pairing: