Less than once a century does the full moon reach its zenith exactly when lobster season opens in Southern California. The last time was October 7, 1987. Catalina Island was glass flat. I hated the "Scuba Queen" for her noxious diesel fumes, but her skipper knew all the best spots, before the days of GPS.
I was hell-bent to be the first in and waited for the anchor to drop. My regular buddy - we worked in film production together - was Pat Daily. Now Pat, being a "Key Grip" who had much earlier worked part time at New England Divers in LA, never dove without hauling along his custom-built Halliburton double-decker tackle-box save-a-dive "kit." Ahem. Most LDS workbenches pale by comparison (Pat would later be the "key" on Forrest Gump, Air Force One, etc.). For their day, our Darrell Allen Bug Diver-400s were the brightest dive lights commonly available.
An "older" diver, whose girlfriend was bubble watching, seemed to be looking for a buddy team to join. But for Pat and me, "buddy" diving usually meant same ocean, same day. And certainly no "Insta-Buddies" on opening night! Lobster dives were our exception to the "rules," since buddies can help with the bag, ensuring that no lobsters miss dinner.
Well, Pat and I made an exception for this Insta-Buddy. We "guessed" he was competent and could handle unpredictable situations.
Astronaut Buzz Aldrin was asking us early-30 whippersnappers if he could join us. Wow. After a fast brief I jumped first.
Our goal of bringing home lobsters was a bust. Lots of legal bugs could be seen, but none were reachable. But we did see gazillions of recently hatched baby lobsters, their eyes retro-reflecting iridescent red like nighttime road signs. Hundreds hunkered under each small ledge.
I turned off my light, lay down, and looked up through the kelp. I could clearly see the moon through the glass-flat surface. I could even make out details in the moon's "oceans," sometimes magnified as a bulge of water ebbed 30 to 40 feet overhead. Dr. Aldrin had walked around up there just 18 "earth solar orbits" ago. And now...
Simultaneously, I felt like an infinitely insignificant speck in the vast universe, and enormously privileged.
Dr. Aldrin and Lois were married 4 months later.