Dimly or brightly?

 

So, this is a time, and most likely a place, that might be easy to pin point by the end.  The entire story revolves around making homemade root beer, which I took some pains in figuring out how to do, and even so far as to somehow acquire a device to affix bottle caps to bottles, which I was also somehow fortunate to acquire.  Well, I just have to say that there seems to be an unwritten law or maybe rule, that in order to make homemade root beer, an important requirement for that, is it needs to be made in the basement, since it takes a certain amount of time to --- just say --- affix the ingredients in order to succeed with the right --- brew.

Now, at the same time as this was going on, large amounts of wild strawberries were coming up all over, and being picked wildly, by many, and so at the end, a significant amount had been turned to jelly or maybe jam, not sure.

Anyway, at this point it is now evening, and by my recollection, dusk or dark, and of course you might guess it was summer, and now with some first batch of root beer, in a bottle, with wild strawberry toast or bread, and low and behold, run into a t.v. set with guys, landing on the moon.  Real or not I can only express my utter amazement, at the root beer, the wild strawberry jam, the night, the moon, and they guys clomping around on it. 

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