No, no, not the tasty beer that’s a decent surrogate when I cannot get Celis White. It’s the uncommon event of when we have two full moons in the same month. One day I’ll get off my butt to find out why it’s blue, I look up and it seems to be the color it has always been. More often it’s reddish due to the time, position and/or atmosphere.
At least the term has given us a few good songs.