Centuries ago, my seafaring ancestor, Cristoforo Colombo, tricked a bunch of gullible Jamaicans into keeping him and his Spaniard crew fed with the help of superstition and an eclipse. Although my Taino side finds such trickery appalling, the Latin side finds it to be rather awesome that someone in my bloodline could pull of such an awesomely devious feat of sleight. Regardless of cultural schizophrenia, my family celebrated the Colón way. Hot food and storytelling provide a great way to pass time under the glare of a blood red moon peering at us through the frigid air. The special guest appearances of Saturn and Regulus, as seen through a telescope, were a kid-pleasing bonus. Speaking of little ones, one of Loki's best friends became a father today.

Just wanted to share.