By Bill Plaschke, Los Angeles Times, November 27, 2019
“Moon! Moon! Moon!” they cried.
Enveloped by his brothers, Brenden Moon didn’t notice.
“Really, they chanted my name?” he said. “Oh my. Really? Oh my goodness.”
As he spoke, his eyebrows rose along with his voice, his boyish face brightening, the toughest of them all overcome by the wonder of it all.