I’m strongly considering starting a Bay Area Lunar Society if none exists.

Think about it:  Get togethers beginning at the stroke of midnight and continuing until we are ejected from the premises in the wee small hours near daybreak, communing with some of the more unsavory spirits who have ever drifted out of a whiskey glass or a ouija board.

Ok, ok, us kids in the East Bay (you know who you are) are already knee-deep in such practices, but still.  It’s a thought.