In his living room after midnight, as he waited for “Alfred Hitchcock Presents,” Frank Belford sniffed smoke.
He stepped into his yard with his dog Sassy. Above the ridge to the east, it looked like the glow of a giant autumn moon rising, orange as a jack-o’-lantern.
But he knew full moons did…
Source: LA Times
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