
The Chinese bake Fig Newton-esque cakes, the Jews build tents in celebration of the Sukkot, farmers plow for longer hours under a moonlight sky, and drunken raucous young Americans howl wildly as the bars close. Not only am I talking about one of the greatest country-rock albums ever released, but of the inescapable orange ball that rises in the East on this first night of the Harvest Moon. Roll down that moon roof. It’s the coming of the September equinox.
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